Cuffley

I walked the path through Cuffley every day

Through the early, dreary, misty morning

At such a time to catch the train

And not much moving through my mind

19 was a boy with broken heart

Looking for himself in a place like London

Those streets held nothing but a start

And all the world was there except for one thing

His art

Oh, he soaked up that rain

Dark eyes in dim-lit clubs

He walked holes through his shoes

And only played for me or you, only once

I remember the changing of the trees

From the vacant, fogged-up window-seat

I saw them change from dark to vibrant green

That sure was a lovely time for me

And then I heard some whisper calling

Singing to my ear

It came in through the depth of darkness

Begging me to hear

It was my home was calling, home was calling

Pleading for me there

And all the empty cold nights

Felt through this ice

And lack of words sincere

I went on home

(lack of words sincere, I went on home)

I went on home

(I went on home)

I went on home

Went on home

I walked the path through Cuffley every day

Still now am I grateful for my time there

As the world resolved to show my way

I resolved to live it come what may