Alan & Dawn

Buds on the trees weak in the knees with a new heart

Sing to the sky oh might we try to make a true art

Sick to the end oh won't you lend this a new start

Valve fire

Sad that the seas don't topple the trees cos they have their ways

Cross all your Ts &come down with me so we can call off all day

Sung still to breathe with halos of leaves us with a small part

Course through