Embers glowing on the open log fire still, have to work when you want to retire the squeaking noise on the rattily church spire Your needs are great by mine are dire. The leaves are Fallin off the beautiful tree the flowers are missing the busy bee the winds are howling in a whistling spree You're coming home soon to be with me. The meal is ready so just sit down and take away that solemn frown you may sink in the water but you will never drown Long live the King and his well-fitted crown. The day is long but the night is forever you may think your dumb but I know you're clever when you're ready to go or it might be whenever Your head is intact but some want it to sever. The grass is green but is it on the other side? You want to say sorry but you think of your pride you're on the cliff edge it’s about to subside I love you my dear will you be my bride? I want you to be happy there’s no other way awake from your slumber face a bright new day your opinion is precious no one can sway Is it made of concrete or just out of clay?