That I do love you darling so,
Oh, know;
That I so ache that I may take
You where I go
And stay in range of your blue eyes,
Dear, realise
And lie at every eventide
Always
By your side
The days would have been rainier
The dark sky never clear
If you’d gone to Tasmania...
Loveliest, nowhere looking your age
Caressingly calling me a cunt – oh, my dear
The happiest of lovers, glad I’m not queer...
