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| Pete Atkin sings
My Egoist by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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The garden was in bloom, my egoist The light was right, the show was very brave You simply had to shy your hat away and rave Because the colours looked so gay The colours looked so gay The garden was your home, my egoist You grew blasé, you asked “What else is new?” Or perhaps it crushed your spirit it was all for you And the surroundings were too plush The surroundings were too plush The garden felt your loss, my egoist And what it gained were others not your kind At first the heavy-handed came and finally the blind Until nothing looked the same But nothing looked the same The garden is alone, my egoist They've all flown on, the butterflies of day And nothing now takes flight above this sad display Except the butterflies of night The butterflies of night | |||||
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