Ritual

I don’t mind my girls gone away,

Off down that dusty lane.

To sing, chant, pray and play.

She’s parked up with a mate.

Bit of a shame they can’t get up to mischief staying up late.

There’s better things in store.

So off they go to lie down early for a good nights snore.

up at the crack of dawn.

To soak up the light and sound flowing into the room.

Hurry home when all is done.

And if you remember to give the old fella a bell.

He’ll be hanging around listening out for the phone.