I remember the days of Imogen
Soft haloed aching blue eyes
& in her light i strained for melody
She was the queen of my skies
I spent all my days with Imogen
running round my fearful heart
She was alive to all that energy
Thought it was best we should part
Heard her at play with some cat in the bag,
moaning and-a-wailing then smoking a Jack
Tracks on her back next morning were plain to see
I cried like a babe as he gave her his all
He was just a player as i can recall
but strong as a man in a way i could never be
Far away from the days of Imogen
How quickly the years depart
& i won't taint the sweet with bitterness
for someone who opened my heart
