How red affects me us

No

My sister’s face was black with rage

I did not wish to be engaged

I asked if she’d like some tea?

I had hoped to be scotfree

I did not wish to see the Cheshire plain

I wanted to go out to mountains vain.

He took me home with outbursts of disdain

I got insurance,shall I make a claim?

I saw Welsh mountains and the Mersey low

I could not see the Tunnel, what a blow

Sundays we sent up onto the Moors

Breathing the sweet air one finds up there

Though Winter Hill is bleak we liked the view

I only wish today I might see you.

So far away that no way could I see

The far side of the earth where love roams free

Man hands himself in to Sussex police saying he wants a break from people he was living with