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.
You place the aces in my hand
My chances better in the game
My dealing seems no longer lame...
From kitchen to the garden, from the garden to the skies
This is my world of Thursdays where you, the very moon...
