Andrew Hill


I am not a number . . .

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The Village Hall


The village hall was warm tonight,
The people full of cheer,
Young and old eyes shone so bright
With home-made wine and beer.
At each 'hello' I thought of you
And wanted you beside me.
Behind false smile a tear was true -
I hoped they wouldn't see.
Of home they asked, of Katie too,
And why was I alone,
But no-one ever asked of you -
If only they had known.
For a while how hard I tried
To string them all along
But deep inside I only cried
And the singer sang his song.
Of love and life
He sang so clear.
Please marry me
One day my dear.
Until then don't stop loving me
To bring that one day near
I'll think of you continually
And wish you could be here.