No one can quite understand 

Not young exactly THEN

The wildness of the Sixties

The promise of things when

Tight restraints were stretching

To and past their breaking point – 

Freedom to throw away your tie

And smoke a crafty joint,

Burst, like a new dawn, on a world

Suffering since the war;

A gay parade came – at the head

Sergeant Pepper – the Fab Four

Four were few enough – EACH ONE

Part of a perfect whole

When any went – John and now George

We lose a little of our soul

That’s why we wept St Andrew’s day

George Harrison was dead

I’m glad we share – it draws us close 

In blessings on his head 

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