He comes home with tired eyes,
Heavy heart and no surprise
With rain still pouring down outside
It’s from this world he wants to hide.
He hangs his coat high in the hall
And rests his head against the wall.
He drags himself up off to bed
To awake the thoughts within his head.
There’s someone he seeks to find
The girl who’s only within his mind
She is the girl to him it seems,
That she is the girl of his dreams.
As soon as his head hits the pillow
There he’s sitting ‘neath a willow
And there she stands across the stream
It seems no longer like a dream.
As they meet in warm embrace
Her tears of joy light on his face
This way they stay all through the night,
This way they stay until sunlight.
He stays in bliss ‘til morning breaks
And to harsh reality he awakes
Away she’s gone; away she hides
Leaves him with this pain inside.
It’s another day, another pointless morning
All the world seems to him so boring
Yet the day he faces with a smile
Silently suffering all the while.
It’s a Saturday, pointless, rainy day
Ignoring folk he goes his own way
Eventually resting ‘neath a willow tree
He cries tears no one can see.
With all his heart he wishes away
Wishes for a brighter Saturday
And his sad eyes above his nose,
Slowly, slowly, begin to close.
There he is ‘neath the willow tree
And across the stream there is she
There they meet and all is calm
As she rushes to his arms.
There they sit ‘neath the willow tree
Crying tears only they need see.
Into his heart her love he takes
And from this dream will he ne’er awake.
© Kris Blackburn 08/03/2005