The One That Holds My
Written New Years Day 1977, whilst out walking off a mammoth hangover. I was staying with my father's end of the family, my Aunt Margaret, who lived near Roker in Sunderland. At the time I was working for British Rail in the yard at Wolverton so I was eligible for cheap tickets.
We spent the Eve in the Navy Club at Roker and the following
morning I went out early and walked in a stiff breeze in Roker Park.
As my body got sober my head started making up this tune which I held
onto for two days until I returned to Milton Keynes, whereupon I put
it all on paper and cassette tape.
|The years of sad experience
They weigh upon me now
I cannot rest as once I did
The laurel on my brow
Yet still I make my old pretence
And still I play my part
And still I know I'll always miss
The one that holds my heart
For as blithe as the morning
The eyes he had they shone so bright
This wintertime has been so long