Rosalind   Tomorrow, tomorrow, always tomorrow Tomorrow is waiting long, gilding our window pane Losing the night upon the fringe of...

Penny, tuppence, shilling shining down the stairs and out Frank James and all that ail there and then across the town Thomas the library...

The Turquoise Tie   It was sweet back then with Radio Luxembourg under the blanket When our songs were all at sea stolen by Pirate Radio...

All this talk of growing old makes my blood run cold as ice On this a summers day surrounded by honey bees Sweet cherry trees full of...