Boy in the Frame

A faded photograph And a lifetime nearly passed But the words I find still don't seem quite right For my brother's epitaph Every waking day of these 80 years I have missed the boy in the frame I would give him half of my 90 years Just to meet the man he'd have made Mummy shut me out She never spoke his name aloud I saw my Daddy cry, no one told me why Till his bones were in the ground Every waking day of these 80 years I have missed the boy in the frame I would give him half of my 90 years Just to meet the man he'd have made My days are nearly through It's been good to talk with you And I speak his name, will you do the same When my bones are buried too? Every waking day of these 80 years I have missed the boy in the frame I would give him half of my 90 years Just to meet the man he'd have made Just to meet the man he'd have made