The hand upon my tiller

Come back to me, my sweetheart
Don’t leave me all alone.
Come back to me, my darling
I can’t believe you’ ve gone.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.
I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone.

Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty
And my mind forever young.
Let me tempt you with my spirit
My laughter and my songs.
I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.
I’m crying ‘cos with you I  still belong.

I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone
But there’s a hand upon this tiller
That is not mine alone.
I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.
I’m crying ‘cos I’ve missed you  for too long.

The hand upon my tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings like a skylark.
I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
I’m singing ‘cos the cat ain’t got my tongue

What not to say to the bereaved

Give me a smile
There are plenty of other fish in the sea
You are tough.You will be fine
You should be over it by now
You can come here for Christmas if you WANT to
You are not invited to the Christening.It’s Family only.[That means no Aunts.]
[ on the upside, this will save you the money you would have spent on Gifts]
My aunt got married again in 6 months [ I’d prefer a silk dress]
My mother never cried when anyone died.
Well, we all feel sad now and then.
You can borrow that black coat I bought last year for the Funeral
What do you mean, you don’t feel like cooking?
Your husband looked gay.
You look ok to me
You are poor.
Would you like a vibrator for Xmas? And some batteries
What do you mean, you can’t see well enough to drive?
You’ll have to go out more.When it’s legal
What do you think of Joe Biden being 78?