Though I Know The Night Has Fallen And The Sun's Sailed Out To Sea
I Will Wait Here For The Band To Play The Trumpet Voluntary
And With One Foot On The Seashore And The Other In The Sand
I Will Stand Here Plaiting Daisies Whilst You Play The Piano-grand

Caprice, Your Bugle Blew Away The Cobwebs From My Ears
And For Once I Stood Quite Naked. Unashamed, I Wept The Tears
Which I Tried To Hide Inside Myself From Me, I Mean From You
But The Shame I Found Too Painful And The Pain It Only Grew

Magdalene, My Regal Zonophone