always at family gathering's we used to love singing
about Bill Bailey who would never come home
or the unnamed somebody wanting to be shown the way home
because they were tired and wanted to go to bed.
And our frail old father sat there enjoying it all
a strong smile on his weather-beaten face in lieu
of those huge muscle's he used to carry mother up to bed with
singing along with everyone else
but not you!
you hankered for better times, better people to share them with
and it plainly showed.
For years after, passing the much bigger house than our's
you, your wife and her wealth now live in
I'd retrace the times when we were inseparable, and think
'that's my bro's mansion the lucky sod!
It is one year on and we are having another family gathering
at the cemetery
and I wonder if you will be able to lower yourself and actually attend?
I have my doubts
but dad would have been pleased if you do.