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!
The hospital has the Cedar Room
Where visitors may go to rest
From watching the very sick...
The breeze favoured me on Turnham Green
Urging me Brentford-ward long before
The bus arrived. Air had a silver sheen...
