I have a little furry friend
He lives up in a tree
He likes to come and play sometimes
But he'll only play with me.

He likes to choose what games we play
And its always hide and seek
But sometimes I can't find him
Then he gives a little squeak

I like my little furry friend
I think I'll call him Fred
We play together every day
Till mommy says its time for bed

Fred is a very special friend
He is what you want him to be
But only I know what he is
Thats why he'll only play with me.

Stay a while and walk with me
We can walk down to the stream
We'll sit down upon the grass
And tell each other what we dream

We'll walk just where we used to walk
We'll stroll along together
We'll walk between the flower beds
And later through the heather

We'll sit beneath the apple tree
And watch as the world goes by
And suddenly you were not there
Sometimes I just sit and cry

We enjoyed just what we did
Just walking mile after mile
And we can do it all again
If you just come and stay a while

The guns have fallen silent
Nothing but peace all around
Then the men came marching in
They know they're on familiar ground

Left right left heads held high
Marching onward filled with pride
Commands not sought none were given
Tears in their eyes hard to hide

Officers marched beside their men
Corporals and sergeants marched as well
They marched away from where they died
Marched away from a living hell

Now they will march for ever more
For soldiers they will always be
And on Remembrance Day they'll say
Those people there are remembering me.

The fields are green now, dark days have gone
Everywhere warms to the heat of the sun
Birds, leaves and flowers, seems everyone's here
To bid welcome to the birth of a tear

Early days, young days, discovering how, when and where
The world is your oyster, you haven't a care
Days of excitement, wonder and fear
A natural day in the life of a tear

The years roll away, how happy you are
You share with each other that far away star
Slowly but surely the grey hairs appear
As time goes on in the life of a tear

When you slow down at last,every step is a pain
Just like the moon you're beginning to wane
Your memories bring smiles but also brings fear
The days grow short in the life of a tear

The winter's arrived, your breathing is slow
Your loved one's been gone a year or more now
With a sigh you whisper farewell to the year
And nobody sees the death of a tear.

See the graceful sweep of the Eagles wings
As he floats on a cushion of air
On a spiralling staircase he slowly descends
And the wind seems to say a prayer

He looks all around, taking everything in
For he is not in a hurry
He'll catch his prey at the end of the day
No matter how fast they scurry

At the moment he's content just to soar
He knows he's the king of the sky
But even kings have young ones to feed
In the distance he hears them cry

At last he swoops, he seldom fails
For the young ones depend on him
If he did not bring some morsels to eat
Their future would be quite grim

He quickly returns to his eyrie
To his lofty perch in the sky
All is at peace with the world again
And the wind seems to whisper a sigh.

The scarecrow, solitary in the field
Tatty coat, all astray
Looks out over all his land
If he could talk, what would he say.

Summer,autumn, winter too
Wind and rain, clouds of grey
He never flinches from his post
If he could see, what would he say

Children play amoungst the crops
Neatly parcelled bales of hay
Days grow shorter, crisper, cooler
If he could hear, what would he say

Invisable tears and a broken heart
His lonely vigil every day
Timeless days and empty nights
If he could walk, would he walk away.