MY BROTHER

Lyrics: Roger Coghill


My brother worked hard all his life.

Nice house , nice kids, and faithful wife.

Early to work, in his shiny Jaguar

Home from the office with the evening star.


We didn’t talk too much somehow.

Ploughed different furrows with a different plough.

So the years passed without a warm embrace

As time ploughed furrows on our face.


Now it’s too late to say hello,

Too late to share the summer’s glow

Leaves fallen from your autumn tree

Leaves winter’s icy tears for me.


Where are you now my dearest friend?

If you can hear these words I send

Though we lost our summers all too fast

My love for you is sure to last.


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