Lucy, Lucy, my lovely soft Lucy
The brown of your back
The cool of your nose
How you always tickle my toes
Illusions I see,
Just dreams of the past
of things that can’t be
Of things that can’t last
The times that we shared,
The trails that we bared
The mists of my mind
Hide things we once cared
We drank of the same
And shared our one bed
We walked through the woods
Till day was but dead
Nothing can change
While you live in my head
And live you will
Until I, I am dead.
© Tim Wilkinson & Wayne Wilks 1988-2009
Here kitty, here kitty, here kitty come.
The master is back the locks are undone.
Hurry but hurry, to the door and be fast.
Slip through the crack, in bolt, in a flash.
Run around, run around, romp and now play.
The master is back, the world is ok.
© Tim Wilkinson & Wayne Wilks 1984-2009
Baskets Of Love
Love Comes in Baskets
Love comes in baskets, in bundles and bags
In boxes and cartons, with fluff and with rags
Love comes in sacks of paper with tags
With ribbons, bonnets, and stickers with adds
Love comes in silence with kisses and tongues
With touches, with looks, with hugs that are young
Love comes with music, with songs that aren’t sung
With purring and softness and faith, just begun
Love comes in secrete for kindness displayed
For loneliness, sorrow and promises made
Love comes to find us with debts that aren’t paid
When none are deserving the foundations he laid
For God can be busy, with troubles that are real
He must send us his angels to comfort and heal
So love comes in baskets, in bundles and bags
To show us he cares, to make ourselves feel!
© 2010 Tim Willkinson/Wayne Wilks
Oh Momma sweet Momma why did you leave me
Oh Momma sweet Momma come lay by me head
Oh Momma sweet Momma time is a wasting
Oh Momma sweet Momma soon we’ll be dead
Oh Momma sweet Momma the wind is a howling
Oh Momma sweet Momma the dead are a weeping
Oh Momma sweet Momma cats are a screeching
Oh Momma sweet Momma please hold me in bed
© Tim Wilkinson & Wayne Wilks 2008