He sits at the glass topped table
Paintbrush in his hand
A lovers smile, right there in his eye
His lover meanwhile, stands by his side
They were happy when together
Carefree as the larks
They walked on moor and heather
Pushed the swings, in the park
He was sad when they were apart
Yet he wanted her to be unfettered
He hoped, he thought
Thats how her days would start
She got mad when he went away
Yet she wanted him to be bettered
She hoped, she thought
He would shake off his deep malaise
