Prelude Of A Day

Every single summer day for years

I stumble out of bed

Squinting through the curtains

I walk across the lawn

Glad you’re sitting there

You pour a cup of coffee

And offer me a chair

Wishing me good morning

And I am feeling well

Enjoying the story you tell

About a man you met in the shop

That lived all alone in the woods

His face so long you got scared

And hid when he arrived for some goods

The noise from the blacksmith

Once used to travel the moors

And the talk at the saddler’s house

Reached your ears

And so did the neighing from the horse

I love this nice prelude of a day

Your temper is so calm

Your eyes so full of laughter

We’re watching all the things

We were watching yesterday

We talk about the weather

If there’s nothing else to say

And when I’m walking back

The story goes on, the one that you told me

About a man you met in the shop

That lived all alone in the woods

His face so long you got scared

And hid when he arrived for some goods