Good Friday

Golden light shines silver on the water
You sit and sip your shandies by the harbour
In the twilight night birds cry
And time sails slowly by
As bobbing boats like floating candles gleam
What a merry crew you are
You, the brothers and the lovers
You, who touched the tide
Who watched the waves collide
Who talk in warm embrace and cosy dream
The perfect summer’s day is early come
Where sunshine’s daffodils have been and gone
If the city lights can’t find you
And you can leave all that behind you
From a sea of groaning grasses
The dandelion poke their smiling faces
Oh you sigh sun weary
Blood content in theory
As the last light fades a world of blue to grey
But still cold thoughts of city lurk behind
Though you boxed them they creep forward in your mind
Far away in that urban home
Life stores on your answer phone
Such distances are only time away
The perfect summers day is early come
Where sunshine’s daffodils have been and gone
If the city lights can’t find you
And you can leave all that behind you
Then the perfect summers day is early come
Where sunshine’s daffodils have been and gone
If the city lights can’t find you
You can leave all that behind you