Robert's Song

Memories washed upon the sands
With prayers of sun tomorrow.
Drunken tide,
my fallen bride,
who washed away my sorrow

The stars I hung around your neck,
Have fallen from my tearfull eyes
Secrets keep,
as others sleep,
The watchman on the pavement lies.

Our money's lost beneath the waves
And what were all those fears about?
Our Dreams were made
The Dragon slayed
With children on the roundabout.