PERFECT TIME

Now down the row where the icemen grow
There dwelt a caring man
His body seemed cold but his heart was warm
Though he had always felt so alone
And down the way where hearts seem clay
There came a bonnie lass
And it seemed that Heaven opened its arms
And blew away all of the past

They walked together down Timeless Street
Together they were in perfect time
But only time would tell if a perfect tale
Like the ones in fairy tales and dreams
Would be told in perfect time

Now time took on a different role
For it seemed the perfect time
To cast away all past fears
And look towards a brand new life
But life is cruel at imperfect times
And fate is more cruel still
And fate caught up like it always does
And in a short time things turned ill

He walked across the lonely moors
He was in a timeless zone
And the eerie mist cast ghostly shapes
Amongst the trees and stones
He fell into the mystic spell
As he felt for Mary's hand
But it wasn't there it never was
For he had failed to understand

Now he sits alone in a smoke-filled room
And he feels too weak to stand
He sits alone for he is all alone
Clutching his life in his hands
And in the corner the smallpipes play
The hauntingly beautiful 'Sweet Hesleyside'
Then he staggers home where he is all alone
To be haunted forever by the broken dreams
Which the darkness cannot hide

(Gary Miller)