I often find my mind drifting away from the past and into future solid ground.

Like a bee finding nectar in a flower I went searching and at last in the end I was found.

Before me lies an endless field of poppies and roses and cherry trees in bloom.

Their blood red jewels glittering ahead of me in glorious bright gloom.

From the dawn of the day to the star-kissed night I sing a song for my princess.

That my heart lies not in castles or kingdoms but in apple tarts sold for a sixpence.

I love you, you know – with a heart so true it’ll beat long after I die.

Lie me down in my field of poppies and water me with the tears you cry.