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Harry Harris is a writer and storyteller from the depths of Wales currently hawking his wares in London. As a songwriter he released his first album in 2008, and this year will release the follow up "Songs About Other People." He regularly contributes to Sabotage Times, Work In Prowess and Best For Film. Give his music a listen here.

Greenstone

Used to have some greenstone but it fell from off my neck

used to have a lover, but I loved her, then she left,

I don’t think I’m broken hearted, I don’t think I’m bereft,

Used to have some greenstone but it fell from off my neck.

I used to have a way with words, it seemed so for a time

there was a pretty English girl who’d dance upon a rhyme

but there’s no more magic in a rhyme than in a crooked deck

used to have some greenstone but it fell from off my neck.

I used to have a memory of boats in Milford Sound

Pounamu parrot feathers and falling water on the ground,

I keep it locked away so that I know I won’t forget,

used to have some greenstone but it fell from off my neck.

I used to have a silver ring I wore on my right finger

still now I cannot take it off, guess that makes me a dead ringer

I think she gave it to me to keep my wolves in check;

used to have some greenstone but it fell from off my neck

and how it fell,

and it broke in two

and how we cried,

when we broke in two.

I kissed your mouth

when I lied to you

I am a liar, I know it’s true.

If I were braver - coulda saved you.

Used to have some greenstone but it fell from off my neck,

used to have a lover, but I loved her, then I left.

I don’t think I’m broken hearted, but darling, could you check?

Used to have some greenstone but it fell from off my neck.