In wind fine drizzle dampens cold my face,

Wet muddy path just hinders my progress.

I trudge while gloomy grey dull skies depress,

My trust in you I did so much misplace.

Those soggy blossoms hang so heavy now;

Why is it you always thought you knew best?

Intrepid bird collects for downy nest

Blonde pampas grasses high up to tall bough.

It’s not enough to say you love me true,

I need to see more substance to your words.

To raise their young I’d sooner trust the birds;

Our baby hardly recognises you.

As well for us there were no wedding bells,

Already you at times stay some place else.