The Lucksmiths
twenty two
A funny old birthday
Iâve talked to no-one
Is she counting her loose change
At the edge of the ocean?
Itâs a while since weâve spoken
I want her to phone me
Iâm a little lonely
Sheâll be home Sunday
Sheâll be home sunburnt
Freckles on her face
Wearing a t-shirt
I canât wait to see her
I re-read her letter
Iâm a little better
Iâll wait at the airport
I havenât told her
Sheâs cut her hair short
And Iâll smile on her shoulder
Iâm one year older
But Iâll be jumping for joy
Like a little boy
- :
- First Frost
- Warmer Corners
- Naturaliste
- Where Were We?
- Staring At The Sky
- Happy Secret
- What Bird Is That?
- The Green Bicycle Case
- Boondoggle
- Miscellaneous
- A Good Kind Of Nervous
- First Tape
- Spring a Leak
- Get-to-Bed Birds
- The Matinée Grand Prix
- Cartography for Beginners
- Midweek Midmorning
- T-Shirt Weather
- A Boy, a Girl, and a Rendezvous
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