Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
The theme is you, the dream is you
Not my idea or thoughts of you
But that you are, a definite star...
Let me be where your lovely feet are
On treads of stairs where you pass I’ll be
Among grass blades...
