THE FOUR FOOT TRACK - Bliss
The sunlight woke me early, the bay was wide and blue I wandered through the sleeping town the way we’d often do Then out along the dunes and down to where the swallows skim To let my reverie replay a best-beloved scene
Ten thousand tides have risen, fallen, called by sun and moon And truth to say our footsteps washed away that afternoon But in the sand this sentimental man can surely see There and back, the four-foot track, of my best girl and me.
How many times did we come here? I really couldn’t say But somehow now they’ve coalesced to one essential day Of leaping over lacy water, sand between our toes How may a man be lonely with memories like those?
I can’t blame her for leaving me, I always knew she would And I must bide content that I did everything I could The day has dawned when she must hold another hand And these must be my keepsakes - footprints in the sand | ||