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.
Don’t let the daydreams live too long
Clear the cobwebs and proceed
So many children we must feed...
Shall I begin with your rare hair
Heaven to press my face against?
Eyes to bring me to despair...
