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Lying by your side I watch you sleeping.
And in you face the sweetness of a child.
Murmuring a dream you won't recapture
tho' it will haunt the corners of your mind.
Oh
I've lost you
tho' you're near me.
And your body's still as kind
I've lost you on the journey
but I can't remember where or when.
Who can tell when summer turns to autumn.
And who can point the moment love grows cold ?
softly
without pain the joy is over
tho' why it's gone we neither of us know.
six o'clock the baby will be crying
and you will stumble sleeping to the door.
In the chill and sullen grey of morning
we play the parts that we have learned too well.
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