(Roy Harper)

BBC2 Christmas Special, December 28, 1979


The kettle's on, the sun has gone

Another day

She offers me tibetan tea on a flower tray

She's at the door, she wants to score

She dearly needs to to say

I loved you a long time ago

Where the winds own forget me nots blow

But I just couldn't let myself go

Not knowing what on earth there was to know

But I wish that I had

'Cos I'm feeling so sad

That I never had one of your children

And across the room inside a tomb

A change is waxed and wanes

The night is young why are we so hung up

In each others chains

I must make her, I must take her

While the dove domains

And feel the juice run as she flies

Run my winds under her sighs

As the flames of eternity rise

To lick us with the first-born lash of dawn

Oh really my dear

I can't see what we fear

Sat here with ourselves in between us

And at the door we can't say more

Than just another day

And without a sound I turn around

And I walk away