Alfie

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