(Roy Harper)

BBC2 Christmas Special, December 28, 1979

The kettle's on, the sun has gone
Another day
She offers me tibetan tea on a flower tray
She's at the door, she wants to score
She dearly needs to to say
I loved you a long time ago
Where the winds own forget me nots blow
But I just couldn't let myself go
Not knowing what on earth there was to know
But I wish that I had
'Cos I'm feeling so sad
That I never had one of your children
And across the room inside a tom
A change is waxed and wanes
The night is young why are we so hung up
In each others chains
I must make her, I must take her
While the dove domains
And feel the juice run as she flies
Run my winds under her sighs
As the flames of eternity rise
To lick us with the first-born lash of dawn
Oh really my dear
I can't see what we fear
Sat here with ourselves in between us
And at the door we can't say more
Than just another day
And without a sound I turn around
And I walk away