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.
Alison, my Alison
Though the afternoon is frowning
In our love our fears are drowning...
They say the street is swept and cleaned by sunrise
At nine the traffic stops and blackbirds sing...
