My mind’s a little scattered
Not knowing what to do
But all that’s ever mattered
Comes in my love for you
Though our hopes look tattered
Yet we will come through
Let all despair be shattered
Let’s seize our dreams anew!
There’s a word which to be blunt
Means love to me – but others hunt
A chaster word to bear the brunt...
Scattered in the garden under a cold sky
Pockets of primrose, bunched up and brave;
Leafless in late March the tree...
