Under the Shed

One Saturday afternoon
Down at the grange
Can you picture the scene?
All blue sky and heat haze

I remember thinking "This is it, this is great!"
Lots of happy old ladies dancing with the vicar
Newlyweds holding hands
I can't remember everyone, but I remember her
With her legs and her hair
As if it was yesterday

So what is a memory?
Is it real, or a thing you cannot trust?
Tainted by your own designs
Just like old times, well all times must changе
And even we don't last as long as a tree
Unlеss you cut it down

And still I wake up at night wondering
"Is there a point to the cut and the thrust?"
I just can't help but feel that something was lost
Between the beer tins and the forest
Something precious

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