11 July 2012
You look so pale and sad, old friend Since you chose the city life For bonuses and boardrooms And a siliconed trophy wife.
Come back to the old Blackwater boy! Come back to the salty shore Where the rock pools gleam and the marshes dream To the days you knew before.
Come back to the seawall spin-drift To the tides that ebb and flow Where the curlews cry and the sandlings fly To the times you used to know.
You changed your beer and bandolier For a waistcoat and fine wine Sip saki in a sushi bar Where the jet set go to dine.
Come back to the moonlit headlands Where ghostly owls screech by Where foxes bark in the velvet dark And Selene paints the sky.
Come home, old mate, to Tollesbury To your village by the sea To songs we sung, when we were young And you and I were free.
TOM MAY
COME HOME • Opuss № I