Daffodils (feat. Ron Mitchell)

It's 2008

I've got my book, you've got your bait

And we'll spend the hours talking trout and losing track

And putting all the nice ones back

It's 2010

She's harping on about horses again

A little one called Maisy and a speckled one called Breeze

But her guitar took over then and I was pleased

Somewhere between now and 2 p.m.

I realised that we won't get those days again

Could winter turn to spring

And would my phone ever ring

And how would the daffodils grow?

Would the air be fit to breathe

And who would prune my tress

And how would the daffodils grow?

Some things don't ever move

Like how much I like killing time with you

And you're still pouring the fifth cup of tea

And talking 'bout Slim Dusty

But time moves fast lately

Makes me wanna stop and have some babies

Just to be sure they know more than just your name

But it's hard to live quicker than age

And somewhere between now and half past 4

I realised you ain't forty anymore

Could winter turn to spring

And would my phone ever ring

And how would the daffodils grow?

Would the air be fit to breathe

And who would prune my tress

And how would the daffodils grow?

Without you, I don't know

There's not much I can do

But breathe in each day with you

And smile as the daffodils grow