My microphone annoyed the one I love
So I had never used it till he left
And now he is in heaven so high above
My voice will not annoy nor be a pest
In fact my lover died 2 years ago
know I’ve been adapting to my fate
But even in the depths of Winter snow
I know what many other losers know
That the one you love has gone and can’t return
That all your secret words are now unshared
And though your heart with agony shall burn
You will not let the neighbours hear one word
The memories, the cowslips by the stream,
The beach at Southwold, and the harbour call
Beyond the happiness of love and all her schemes
You live alone behind a ten foot wall
That love is good, few people will dispute
Let love be judged by nothing but its fruits
How my heart sings 