Elizabeth blew in today
As if she'd never been away
Home from where the ocean ends
To catch up with old friends
Elizabeth has made it known
She doesn't care to be alone
She's sent the emails, made the calls
To summon one and all
She knows we'll drop everything and run
She takes our loyalty for granted
Feeds us tales of all the things she's seen and done
Chasing winter sun
Elizabeth reserves her heart
For her music and her art
People tend to come a distant third
But still we hang upon her every word
Elizabeth
Our winter days are spent forgetting you
Elizabeth is holding court
She doesn't seem to spare a thought
For those of us with other plans
And no time on our hands
Elizabeth will leave again
Jetting off to dodge the rain
Gazing past the tilting wing
And coming back next spring
She thinks we'll still play her little game
She'll assume we're still enchanted
Shocked to find we don't feel the same
Sad nobody came
Elizabeth devotes her heart
To her music and her art
People tend to come a distant third
Next time we'll pretend we haven't heard
Elizabeth
Our winter days were spent forgetting you
Elizabeth
My winter days are spent forgetting you
Original Song © Pete Smith 2014
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