My sister’s name is Lucy
And she’s only four months old,
She coos and gurgles all day long
And is quite as good as gold.
Now I’m her grown up brother,
I’m nearly two you see,
In all our games, in all we do,
Lucy will follow me!
November 1971
My sister’s name is Lucy
And she’s only four months old,
She coos and gurgles all day long
And is quite as good as gold.
Now I’m her grown up brother,
I’m nearly two you see,
In all our games, in all we do,
Lucy will follow me!
November 1971
Come, greet your day and sing with me
A song to loving, come what may!
Drink in the sunlight with the wine
And our tomorrows live today!
4.5.89
This year there is a
Splendid crop of cow parsley
In St Peter’s Valley.
I know you think it funny
That I should love this
Tall ungainly flower which
Grows head and leafy shoulders
Over scarlet campion
And ragged robin,
But its clouds of faded white
Are the saving grace
Of many a marshy field.
1968
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