Parfrey's Glen

Well I am an older man, but when I was a younger man
I was always into something, scheming onto some new plan
my blood was running higher, I was easily excited
I’d taken me a new bride, insurance for the time when I’d settle down

I remember we were happy, I remember nights of passion
the depth and strength of our love, like springtime was forever
the summer was a treasure, we’d spend untold hours
walking hand in hand, in the deep and dappled shade of Parfrey’s Glen

Well I had some idea, to get us on the easy road
we’d coast us into old age, with a minimum of effort
just a little time up front, is all that it would cost me
when I was away from home, I was lonely, but I thought she was alone

I guess I should have seen the signs, emotional or otherwise
caught long before I found them, but by then it was long over
blinded by my passion, In a fit of faded memory
I tore those two apart, from each other and from the life they shared

While it was dark and starless, with the speed of fear I worked that night
to dig two shallow graves, and I placed the lovers side by side
told everyone she'd left me, and that I hoped that they were happy
It's like another life time int he past, and I never have returned to Parfrey’s Glen

© 2008 David Stoddard