It's good to stride out with your lover at dusk
The sky is still luminous with purple clouds drifting
And we're feeling spry for our spirits are lifting
And all that remains of our sorrow's the husk.
She hangs on my arm or we go hand in hand
And we chat - well, she's sending me up half the time,
Or we're making up songs and trying to rhyme
And laughing sometimes when the words haven't scanned.
Well, we get to the place and buy what we came for
And start to walk back - when I somehow forget
That she's with me and I feel such shame and regret,
But she says, oh my love, you have nothing to feel blame for,
Even the fondest, it can't be denied,
May forget now and then -it's a year since I died.