Synaesthesia Magazine Green - Page 47

In the shade of a young almond tree

Where the desert runs down to the sea,

In an ‘ole in the ground

We sleep safely & sound

Till we’re shaken as cooks bring our tea.

Oh, we’re so happy as happy can be

It’s the best life, I think you’ll agree

We’re content for a while to bequeath you the Nile

In exchange for our young almond tree.

In the shade of a young almond tree

It’s so comfy and snug, you should see

And when Jerry does strafe

We lie tucked up and safe

With a tin hat on head and tummie.

Oh, wherever the music may be

We just curl up and chuckle with glee

For our ‘ole in the ground is the best place we’ve found

In the shade of a young almond tree

In the shade of a young almond tree

There are flowers in profusion to see

The gold marguerite

And the rock rose so neat

Tinge with gold the expanse of the lea

Oh, the’re thousands of others, may be

But the one that is dearest to me

Is the pale purple stock, fairest flower of the flock

Scented shade of our young almond tree

In the shade of a young almond tree

I’ll be happy as long as may be

For there’s only one blot

Quite the worst of the lot

That there’s no one to sit on your knee.

Still life isn’t all honey for tea

And there’s sunshine & breezes & sea,

So, we’re cheerful alone till it’s time to come home

Then farewell to the young almond tree.