Sat and waited for our taxi in the square,
Said “take us anywhere this fine blue evening,
It’s our last night here we were only visiting.”
“Show us a secret of your homeland,
We’re just tourists who didn’t make a plan.”
Dropped us off at a small bay cafe,
Clear horizons as the red sun fell away.
Notes from a holiday
We couldn’t work out the air-con,
So hugged a frozen bottle all night long.
In the morning you’ll be swimming,
Afternoon, I’ll be writing songs.
I’m glad we got the place with a veranda,
I can sit and watch the boats come in.
From my shaded little seat,
I’m too English for this heat.
Notes from a holiday
A picture as you smiled at me, from underneath that lemon tree,
This our recent history, so happy you said yes to me.
Your floating dresses looked so pretty,
I remember feeling lucky,
To be with you in that place,
Notes from a holiday.