Forty Years and Dust
Let us now talk wistfully
Forget not but 40 years
The rides along old Greentree Road
To parties and the beers
Now my love faded it seems
You kissed the palm of my hand
Then pounded your tears on my chest
Like the oceans against the sand
Heaven arrived and then you shunned
Me, I was left with sticks
My core fallen from 12 clouds
To great time which ruthlessly ticks
