You're gone but it was good

You had to put up with a lot

My moods and wanderings

A child dying alone in his cot

 

Carnations bring you back

Our shady garden bowers

You dangle from my heart

In chains of faded flowers

 

High up on Ilkley Moor

Laid in fields of heather

Laughing we made love

Never mind the weather

 

His birth was not easy

For you might have died

We brought him home

Stared at him and cried

 

They said he was frail

The outlook quite poor

To Ilkley Moor we went

Gave him a guided tour

 

Carnations bring you back

Our shady garden bowers

You dangle from my heart

In chains of faded flowers

 

On the Moor his ashes lie

Curlews nesting nearby,

Yours joined our son's

I walk up there and cry