The Chilterns

Mmm

Your hands my dear adorable

Your lips of tenderness

Oh I’ve loved you faithfully and well

Three years or a bit less

It wasn’t a success

Thank God that’s done and I’ll take the road

Quit of my youth and you

The Roman road to Wendover

By Tring and Lilley Hoo

As a free man may do

For youth goes over the joys that fly

The tears that follow fast

The dirtiest things we do must lie

Forgotten at the last

Even love goes past

What’s left behind I shall not find

The splendor and the pain

The splash of sun the shouting wind

And the brave sting of the rain

I may not meet again

But the years that take the best away

Give something in the end

And a better friend than love have they

For none to mar or mend

That have themselves to friend

For youth goes over the joys that fly

The tears that follow fast

The dirtiest things we do must lie

Forgotten at the last

Even love goes past

Quit of my youth

I’m gonna quit of you

I’m gonna quit of my tears that follow too

I will go to black hedgerows

Slumbering Midland plain

And I shall find some girl perhaps

And a better one than you

With eyes as wise but kindlier

And lips as soft but true

For youth goes over the joys that fly

The tears that follow fast

The dirtiest things we do must lie

Forgotten at the last

Even love goes past