The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
When coming out into the evening air
The sky is filled with promise, blue or clouded
The streets are joy, the bus beyond compare...
I don’t want to disturb you but
Nor do I wish to lie
And say I’m happy watching grey welsh...
