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 theme is you, the dream is you
Not my idea or thoughts of you
But that you are, a definite star...
All through the years every now and then
I’ve made my lists and packed my bag
To leave old Brentford town again...
