Ivy

You like sugared tea, my tears are lachrymose, your jokes not for me, once it might have been, suppose you atone, wind turns in the chimneys, lets replace uncertainty, ride out the blow, Oh we'll have to see, nail your wandering feet, the moon makes to roam, lights pathways you leave, who needs the sea tides are very close, more faithful than your being, should I bother to stitch, the hung up clothes , now I've ceased believing, kids are still at home, I'll fix a drink alone, change into bright clothes, make some calls by phone.