Your bench under the oak
as a memorial some new born
was still there during your lifetime
and who would have thought to turn around
towards that heavy wooden bench of yours
now down the hill there is your home
just when you pass the oak you think
as the path narrows from the tall grass
then suddenly like a curtain
......
Your bench under the oak
as a memorial some new born
was still there during your lifetime
and who would have thought to turn around
towards that heavy wooden bench of yours
now down the hill there is your home
just when you pass the oak you think
as the path narrows from the tall grass
then suddenly like a curtain
......