Blue like an Alaskan blueberry.
Endurance is a flower,
A bulb in winter’s depth,
A rare-repeated wonder:
A sin we must forget.
In this world-of-make-believe:
Cancer, the death of children,
Are fallen autumn leaves.
I see a road before me
A road I walk in vain
A road through Trawden Lancashire.
A road's that's not the same..
All roads lead to heaven
And all roads lead to you
And all these roads are empty
Of eyes of deepest-blue.
I loved the rainy mornings of my life
And I never thought that friendly mountain passes
Would ferry me away, like this,
But now happy times are seldom
And the rain runs away with me.
From holiday beach to tempestuous sea
Thunder clouds gather, like swarms of angry bees,
I have lost my faith in the indomitable sea.
And I have lost my faith in humanity.
I sing only one song now,
And these blues are sung, only, for me.