Moonshine
Liquid gold
Pours through the glass
Golden nectar
Sweet and light
Intoxicating
Lulling me to sleep
©Marian Barker
Saturday, 6 February 2010
My Lover Has a Red, Red Nose
My Lover Has a Red, Red Nose
Oh, my lover has a red, red nose
That’s newly blown each morn
Oh my lover has a ‘comb over’
Because his hair has gone
Though old he is, my wrinkly man
So deep in love are we
And I will love him still, oh yes
While he has got money
He’s got a load of cash, oh yes
He’s got a load of cash
And I will love him still, oh yes
As long as he’s got cash
He’s got a load of cash, oh yes
And got a fancy car
And I will love him still, oh yes
While the joint account goes far
But fare him well when he is broke
Oh fare him well goodbye
For I will run a thousand miles
When the joint account’s run dry
When the joint account’s run dry, my love
When the joint account’s run dry
For I will run a thousand miles
When the joint account’s run dry
©Marian Barker
Oh, my lover has a red, red nose
That’s newly blown each morn
Oh my lover has a ‘comb over’
Because his hair has gone
Though old he is, my wrinkly man
So deep in love are we
And I will love him still, oh yes
While he has got money
He’s got a load of cash, oh yes
He’s got a load of cash
And I will love him still, oh yes
As long as he’s got cash
He’s got a load of cash, oh yes
And got a fancy car
And I will love him still, oh yes
While the joint account goes far
But fare him well when he is broke
Oh fare him well goodbye
For I will run a thousand miles
When the joint account’s run dry
When the joint account’s run dry, my love
When the joint account’s run dry
For I will run a thousand miles
When the joint account’s run dry
©Marian Barker
Victim of Circumstance
Victim of Circumstance
It’s all about the when and where
Of being here or being there
Another time another place
Another person, another face
Choices made along the way
Shape our lives from day to day
Don’t be a victim stand your ground
And show you can turn life around
Make the best of what you’ve got
And circumstance will change a lot
©Marian Barker
It’s all about the when and where
Of being here or being there
Another time another place
Another person, another face
Choices made along the way
Shape our lives from day to day
Don’t be a victim stand your ground
And show you can turn life around
Make the best of what you’ve got
And circumstance will change a lot
©Marian Barker
Chariot of the Night
Chariot of the Night
With utmost trust
I step aboard
And wonder what
You will afford
Through midnight skies
You take me high
On a magic journey
As off we fly
Sometimes to places
From the past
And people known
Time flies so fast
But often there’s
Surprise in store
As you take me
Through an open door
To worlds and sights
So strange and new
I love those nights
You know I do
©Marian Barker
With utmost trust
I step aboard
And wonder what
You will afford
Through midnight skies
You take me high
On a magic journey
As off we fly
Sometimes to places
From the past
And people known
Time flies so fast
But often there’s
Surprise in store
As you take me
Through an open door
To worlds and sights
So strange and new
I love those nights
You know I do
©Marian Barker
Heralding Spring
Heralding Spring
Spring cleaning my home
Spring cleaning my head
Spring cleaning my heart
And getting things said
Brushing away cobwebs
Brushing away tears
Brushing away sadness
And facing my fears
Opening my shutters
Opening my door
Opening my mind
To all that’s in store
Welcoming changes
Welcoming spring
Welcoming life
And all it might bring
©Marian Barker
Spring cleaning my home
Spring cleaning my head
Spring cleaning my heart
And getting things said
Brushing away cobwebs
Brushing away tears
Brushing away sadness
And facing my fears
Opening my shutters
Opening my door
Opening my mind
To all that’s in store
Welcoming changes
Welcoming spring
Welcoming life
And all it might bring
©Marian Barker
The Sweet Shop
The Sweet Shop
Life is like the sweet shop
I remember as a child
Full of jars and boxes
Of things that drive us wild
Standing on the outside
Seeing what’s in store
Gazing at the shelves
Through the open door
Wondering the best way
The money can be spent
Counting up the coppers
Wondering where they went
Knowing I can’t have it all
There are choices to be made
I cannot be too greedy
The piper must be paid
The shop keeper is waiting
There isn’t time to lose
He’s weighing out the packets
Now which one should I choose?
©Marian Barker
Life is like the sweet shop
I remember as a child
Full of jars and boxes
Of things that drive us wild
Standing on the outside
Seeing what’s in store
Gazing at the shelves
Through the open door
Wondering the best way
The money can be spent
Counting up the coppers
Wondering where they went
Knowing I can’t have it all
There are choices to be made
I cannot be too greedy
The piper must be paid
The shop keeper is waiting
There isn’t time to lose
He’s weighing out the packets
Now which one should I choose?
©Marian Barker
Small Talk
Small Talk
Let’s talk about the weather
Now that would be just fine
Or talk about our families
Or the latest bargain wine
What about your holidays
Have you got them planned
Are you going up a mountain
Or just lying on the sand
Now what about the football
Or the next Olympic Games
Perhaps the latest celebrities
If we could recall their names
What’s happening in Corrie
Or some other TV soap
The rising cost of living
And how you’re losing hope
It’s good to talk – or so they say
So get things off you chest
It doesn’t matter what it is
Put small talk to the test
©Marian Barker
Let’s talk about the weather
Now that would be just fine
Or talk about our families
Or the latest bargain wine
What about your holidays
Have you got them planned
Are you going up a mountain
Or just lying on the sand
Now what about the football
Or the next Olympic Games
Perhaps the latest celebrities
If we could recall their names
What’s happening in Corrie
Or some other TV soap
The rising cost of living
And how you’re losing hope
It’s good to talk – or so they say
So get things off you chest
It doesn’t matter what it is
Put small talk to the test
©Marian Barker
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