Quite Rightly So (Live)

For you

Whose eyes were opened wide whilst mine refused to see

I'm sore in need of saving grace

Be kind and humour me

I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat where people speak but seldom meet

And grief and laughter strange but true

Although they die they seldom cry

An ode by any other name

I know might read more sweet

Perhaps the sun will never shine upon my field of wheat

But still in closing let me say for those too sick too sick to see though nothing shows yes someone knows

I wish that one was me