Think I’ll pour some homemade beer
To give myself a little cheer
It’s so cold and wintry here –
The sunshine’s gone to Oxfordshire
Sunday looks a promising day –
Then the sunshine’s here to stay
Home, among the rooms and halls
Gold light falling on stripped pine
Daffs foam from the vase, the walls...
When coming out into the evening air
The sky is filled with promise, blue or clouded
The streets are joy, the bus beyond compare...
