Janey: copyright David Harley, 1972.
Janey, tell me are you leaving?
Talk to me without disguise
Is it time I turned to meet
The grey dawn rising in your eyes
Is the shadow in your sleepy eyes
The secret of your flight?
Will you leave me taking with you
The whispered secrets of the night?
When I wake some morning
Will I find myself alone?
Tell me now will tonight be the night
I’ll reach out and find you gone
Sermons in the dusty moonlight
Tell me that I should have known
I would wake some sad morning
To find my heart has turned to stone
Small Blue-Green World