Alfie

Be on your way, my keepsake, darling

Summer palms held me close

Be on your way like dandelion wishes

Magic in a child’s hope

I fear the sun is breaking

I feel the night waking

But sleep is echinacea

It holds us like our mothers

Alfie, when you’re gone

Alfie, when you’re gone

I feel sad between the elms and bluebells

Never looking back

I fear the sun is breaking

I feel the night waking

But sleep is echinacea

It holds us like our mothers

Alfie, when you’re gone