Cut the Flowers

We'll take you flowers at this cemetery

Fallen stones

None of them known to me

There are so many precious few words here

Devoted

Alone

For all those years you came here

Cut the flowers at this cemetery

Left here standing

You and me

Three, together.

The whispering trees

And the aeroplanes

Calling us out

Just the whispering trees

And you

My precious love

Looking out

There are so many precious few words here

Devoted

Alone

For all those years you came here

For all those years you came here