As I stood there
On a Monday morning
In the quiet peace
Of Highgate Cemetery
I thought of Lily
Lily with the long dark hair
That flows through my mind
From time to time
How could it be?
I thought to myself
That here before Marx's tomb
I should think of her
The answer was simple
Marx was a great thinker
But Lily
Is London's flower.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
As I stood there
On a Monday morning
In the quiet peace
Of Highgate Cemetery
I thought of Lily
Lily with the long dark hair
That flows through my mind
From time to time
How could it be?
I thought to myself
That here before Marx's tomb
I should think of her
The answer was simple
Marx was a great thinker
But Lily
Is London's flower.
