You may find her by a copse of trees,
or tending the blooms in the evening breeze.
A woman of uncertain years- at a glance- a woman
with a certain grace, who looks askance,
...
Sat on my hill-I laughed and cried
in equal measure till my eyes had dried.
My heart stood still then it started again,
tomorrow's future, yesterday's pain.
...
Read the news, shed some tears, people sigh as life goes by
babies born and old folks die,
but we're alright we're ok
'cos it's somebody else's blues
...