A country-rock number about my first love - the one whose father called me Frankenstein! A beautiful dark-haired girl called Joan with a touch of the gypsy about her.
Inspiration: the first two lines and the hook just popped into my head as I was musing on the past
Perspiration: the rest
She slipped her hands into her pockets
And slowly walked away
Ah, but she had set her mark upon me
And I was lost that day
And all the violets burst into bloom
And all the singers sang in tune
And the air was filled with spice and exotic perfumes
And I was the first man on the moon
I’d heard the call to join love’s army
But always preferred to stay free
But when she kissed me I was a Chosen Man
And took her shilling willingly
Time writes our lives and then it moves on
And all our tears can’t change a single line
And memory’s viewed through a glass darkly
As if some foreign land, some far-off time
Ah, but I recall her face so clearly
Her wayward smile, her flashing eyes
That easy passion, freely given
That stole my senses for a while