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I met Jane in September's throw |
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January's grass, we let each other go |
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I met Helen on March's back |
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She took my coat and she stole my hat |
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I met you when the weather got fine |
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You said 'I've got yours if you've got mine' |
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And the worst and best of all we knew |
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Stayed out to rust in the morning dew |
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Didn't take long to sing our love |
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Was a harvest feast, was a hand to glove |
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When winter came you couldn't stand to sit |
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You just the same never burnt but lit |
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With a world at war and my thoughts on you |
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I didn't care to fall, there wasn't much to do |
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And the worst and best of all we knew |
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Stayed out to rust in the morning dew |
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Churlish May when the year was fair |
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Gone full circle when things went square |
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Ate my meal an un-noble beast |
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Left me to pay not a movable feast |
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Look I got nothing, dunno where I am |
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Got a fistful of questions, not an answer to hand |
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And the worst and best of all we knew |
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Stayed out to rust in the morning dew |
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Morning dew |
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With a blow me down the road, dead in the wood |
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Further from you now, then the roots from the leaves |
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Drunk on the wood, never seen any trees |
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My ore's out the water and the lake that I'm sailing |
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Is your dear father's daughter and it's cold and I'm ailing |
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Are you drowning me slowly, was the school meant to teach |
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Are you leaving so slowly, where's the shore, where's the beach? |
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And the worst and best of all we knew |
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Stayed out to rust in the morning dew |
