A week after St George's day
Only that late because of Easter
You were just showing
Your grandad gave the priest a brown envelope
So the banns didn't have to be read
Father asked if we were being forced
We said no, his dog tried to bite my knee
Walpurgis and the day Hitler died
We arrived in cousin Jimmy's Rolls, separate
I saw you in the morning, after I had my hair cut
You didn't see me, your head down, running…
We left in cousin Jimmy's Rolls, together
The sun warm on our promise
You in cream and me in sky blue
Drank the Stone Jug dry
Cut the cake with family and friends
Sticky with the smell of cigs and whisky
They gave us six months
In nineteen eighty three