May 45
Greg Gilbert
Decades, light up even in your old age
Finds you even in your birdcage,
Breaking curfew like a child
Her face lives in pictures of a lost age,
All that's precious to a hostage,
Oh, you're ailing but alive
She waved goodbye
But, the last you ever loved was the May of 45,
When everyone loved her, and ever the soldier,
Never stepped out of line
Dream on, dreamer...
Die for, only medal worth the fight for,
Torch you carried through a world war,
Love's remaining out of time
We cleared the skies,
But the last you heard her name was the May of 45,
When everyone called her, suffer enraptured,
Ringing in Auld Lang sine
Dream on, dreamer...
Dream on - in time this carnival will fade,
Dreamer - under the shadow of the planes
You pray old age won't dull her name