‘Last to Know’
Oh I packed up my books, a box for my clothes
A tin for my papers, a coat for the cold
Said goodbye to the walls, wept waving friends
And you’ll be the last to know
Last note in my diary, last dinner for two
Last whisper of sorrow, of who upset who
Last empty laugh and the final word, no
And you’ll be the last to know
And I’ll walk head up high, thank the Lord, search the sky
For the peace and comfort, to know I was right
And I’ll never look back and wherever I go
You’ll be the last to know
Last of the battles, drenched in your sweat
Last of the knuckles over my head
No more the days lost in your show
You can’t find me now, onward I go
Love is the care, doesn’t scream at your eyes
Kind gentle hands build a fortress in time
I couldn’t tell you and now you’re alone
And you’ll be the last to know
And I’ll walk head up high, thank the Lord, search the sky
For the peace and comfort, to know I was right
And I’ll never look back and wherever I go
Oh you’ll be the last to know
You'll be the last, oh, you'll be the last
Last to know, you'll be the last
Oh you... be the last to know
© Maria Daines/Paul Killington
10th June 2020
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My thanks to our friend Bill Pearson for the photography.
