I walk you home, you keep really close,
Now is the time when things go right,
Be my North Star, I’ll follow you tonight.
In Fahrenheit…
Looking for you (Gordon MacMillan)
I thought I could meet her in a bookshop coffee bar
In a rundown side street on the far side of town
She said I’ll see you at a quarter past ten
I think I was still on the train just then
She would have waited as long as she could
Before she had to meet some other friends
I’ve been looking, I’ve been looking for you
No matter how hard I try, can’t touch the sky
I’ve been looking, I’ve been looking for you
She looks like Vivien Leigh (Gordon MacMillan)
On the bus one day in the autumn melee,
She looks across from me, you know the way.
And in the cold light of day, she has a kind of English way,
It could just be me but I think she looks like Vivien Leigh.
Modern Door (Gordon MacMillan)
She stands by the modern door of the modern building,
And she takes my breath away.
And although it is October and starting to snow,
She reflects summer all year through.
English skies (Gordon MacMillan)
I will never forget, the first time we met.
She had grey eyes, like English skies.
She lit up the day, in almost every way.
And I let her go, I fell so far below
I just let her go, and I let her go.
First published in the United Kingdom in 2021 by Hera
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Copyright © Gordon MacMillan, 2021
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ISBN 9781912973378
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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