I Was Just Bony Hands As Cold As A Winder Pole

You Held A Warm Stone Out New Flowing Blood To Hold

Oh What A Contrast You Were

To The Brutes In The Halls

My Timid Young Fingers Held A Decent Animal



Over The Ramprts You Tossed

The Scent Of Your Skin And Some Foreign Flowers

Tired To A Brick, As Sweet As A Song

The Years Have Been Short But The Days Were Long



Cool Of A Temperate Breeze From Dark Skies To Wet Grass

We Fell In A Field It Seems Now A Thousand Summers Passed

When Our Kite Lines First Crossed

We Tied Them Into Knots

And To Finally Fly Apart We Had To Cut Them Off



Since Then It's Been A Book You Read In Reverse

So You Understand Less As The Pages Turn

Or A Movie So Crass And Awkwardly Cast

That Even I Could Be The Star



I Don't Look Back Much As A Rule

And All This Way Before Murder Was Cool

But Your Memory Is Here And I'd Like It To

Stay Warm Light On A Winter's Day



Over The Ramparts You Tossed

The Scent Of Your Skin And Some Foreign Flowers

Tired To A Brick, Sweet As A Song

The Years Have Been Short But The Days Go Slowly By

Two Loose Kites Falling From The Sky

Drawn To The Ground And An End To Flight