You drift in my dreams,
You drift like a feather,
You dance in the sun,
And laugh in the heather,
The birds dive round you,
You rejoice in the weather,
You joke with a man,
On the end of his tether,
I need you so much,
So I’ll take all the blame,
I loved you so much girl,
You know it’s a shame.

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  • Robert Knapman