Remembrance Days

It was the time of year just after the summer's gone When August and September just become memories of songs To be put away with the summer clothes And packed up in the attic for another year We had decided to stay on for a few weeks more Although th

Hampstead girl on Parliament Hill Drinks in the situation Hamstead brown not dressed to kill In a thousand variations And her blue eyes See those dark shadows in the sky And her choir like voice Cries for Love And you'd do anything you could Just to