MY BROTHER
Music and Lyrics: Roger Coghill
My brother worked hard all his life.
Nice house , nice kids, and faithful wife.
Early to work, in his shiny Jaguar
Home from the office with the evening star.
We didn’t talk too much somehow.
Ploughed different furrows with a different plough.
So the years passed without a warm embrace
As time ploughed furrows on our face.
Now it’s too late to say hello,
Too late to share the summer’s glow
Leaves fallen from your autumn tree
Leaves winter’s icy tears for me.
Where are you now my dearest friend?
If you can hear these words I send
Though we lost our summers all too fast
My love for you is sure to last.