Alone again, naturally
Secretly quiet
painfully scared
not trying to fight it
subdued by cares.
Yesterday morning
yesterday lovers
The game is not new
nor rewards they reap
pain is a by-law
where losers are few.
Words that have touched
a million and more.
The same thresh-hold is
barred by each door.
Each yesterday morning
each opening door
through pain, through mourning
Joy's gone before.
Stories of good, and
stories of old, of
loving again, and
pain lost in time.
But the music is soft;
the mood is set low
for yesterday morning
love times ago.
17th March 1975