Penny Laine

As he gently pressed his lips against her photograph His one last hope; to see her once again A tear ran down his cheek as he spoke her name… Penny Laine He sits there with the roof down on his motor car And cursed the rock on which she tripped and fell The lifeboats; they had searched the sea in pouring rain… Never seen again Penny Laine had disappeared before his eyes Lost beneath the waves ‘neath cloudy skies He held his turmoil in… but The sands have dithered too long in his hourglass Time to join his love’s eternal soul Handbrake off, toward the cliff he starts to roll One last goal Penny Laine had disappeared before his eyes He prays that she will greet him when he dies They’ll walk the skies as one… but That hated rock is one of many round about One becomes a wedge under a wheel At the cliff edge, strong hands quickly pull him out Made him squeal * He’s a barber and his doctor is a customer Who told him something purely happenstance There’s a lady in a ward in France; she has little chance… … Hello France Medics told him she would wake up only now and then And when she did she didn’t know her name It’s likely to remain the same, even though he came Such a shame Well he took her hand and placed in it the photograph And whispered, “Darling, we’ll be one again.” She sat up straight and she proclaimed, “I know my name! It’s Penny Laine.”