Searcher
autumn 1971, Birmingham. Dedicated to Honora.

When I was a young guy
I was a searcher.
Leaving home
I was going out
To find my dreams.
Down through the city back,
streets,
My star, it led me,
In the midnight
When few people
Go out walking.
And I was looking for you
I was looking for you.

And in some shadowed
bedrooms
Where I went, lying
In the arms
Of some young girl
I was making love
But my kisses
They all fell
Like leaves in autumn
And a cold wind swept them
In its passing.
And I was looking for you
I was looking for you.

In the sunlit meadows we sat
To sing our songs
Flowers in our hair
Birds flying all around us
But our songs
Turned to tears
Our flowers withered
The sun went in
And our world was
Full of darkness Now I see
And I was looking That the morning
for you Has come.
I was looking for you. Now I see

That the darkness
Has gone
I have found my dream
I have seen my dream

backI must live my dream.