It was the topic of our summer
one we would return to every so often
As we sat in the central school playing field
looking at the clover
Counting leaves
one two and three
On the lookout for number four
the rock solid gateway to the luck
You told me that your uncle
once known a man who found one
His boat had come in
more luck than he knew what to do with
The days were long
the field was large
Just beyond our fingers
possibilities tantalised
So what's changed? Layout for a start and the odd line. You can read the last version here.
The new Laura Marling album is worth a listen.
Until next time.