We’d cross the river

The face that was familiar is no more

The people in the streets seem bland as wheat

I dream I hear your key turn in the door

How you loved to walk on long seashores.

The sands of Norfolk charmed our curving feet

The face that was familiar is no more

I’d like to die right here on this  floor

Why should I live now in love’s defeat

I think I hear your  key turn in the door.

I never knew the pain that old folk bore.

They did not speak and left us with deceit

The face that was familiar is no more

I wish someone would seize my heart, it is so sore

If only we were words, I’d press delete

I thought I heard your key turn in the door

I remember Southwold and our seat

We’d cross the river Blyth, the people weep.

The face that was familiar is no more

Yet I hear the key turn in the door