Love Among The Ruins By Maurice Fairfield

When first you swam into my life I knew that I was hooked I knew that I was caught at last My goose was really cooked I thought that I'd thrown in my hand My playing days were over But now I'm back in the game again And rolling in the clover

Well I'm not young and nor are you Our best is all behind us But now we know just what to do For happiness to find us Although I may have lost my fire My strutting youthful fashion Your loving lips and hands conspire To fan my fading passion

And all my ancient skills are there To make it satisfying And you'll feel good just as you should When we are really flying I may not drive a brand new Porsche That doesn't make me gloomy We'll have more fun in my rusty Ford It's a hell of a lot more roomy

So here's to you my lusty lass Companion of my nights out We'll never be bored in that battered Ford In a lay-by with the lights out And if I have a heart attack Or a fatal, final stroke Just give me a fighter pilot's wave And find another bloke

An evening chill is setting in The sun is dipping low The shadows getting longer It hasn't far to go What if the night is closing in? All joy is not bereft in us For I've got you and you've got me And we've still got a few shags left in us

Copyright ©2005  Maurice Fairfield

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