Be on your way, my keepsake, darling
Summer palms held me close
Be on your way like dandelion wishes
Magic in a child’s hope
I fear the sun is breaking
I feel the night waking
But sleep is echinacea
It holds us like our mothers
Alfie, when you’re gone
Alfie, when you’re gone
I feel sad between the elms and bluebells
Never looking back
I fear the sun is breaking
I feel the night waking
But sleep is echinacea
It holds us like our mothers
Alfie, when you’re gone
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