Bill Ryder-Jones

I was waiting for the seeds to fall I saw your Mother there She was fair and tall There was something in the air that night I walked to see your house There I turned her down We sat talking till the morning came She smoked her cigarette And I held my

He took you in his arms By the box just past the dirt track I said wait till the morning In the locker that we knew Why did you go, why did you go? He took you in his arms I only got the news After maybe an hour or two Why did you go, why did you go?