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©Trev Teasdel Coventry May 1970


Well your love for me
Like great vaults of gold
You say is shining so brightly in your mind.
But I’m wise to you babe
My eyes see through you babe.
I’m just a leaning post
A standing stool.
You tell me that I’m the most
But i know i’m just your fool.


So I’m sending your love all back home
That’s why I’m sending your love all back home.


You know I love you babe
I can not tell a lie
But to know your game
I don’t have to try
For it’s plain to see
You’re just piggyback riding me.


You felt so boared with life
Feeling so sorry for yourself
Friends all let you down.
Your smile has withered to a frown
Fate has you on the outside of the garden gate
And i’m just a passing breeze.
Til the garden gate is opened.


Oh i wish it could be different girl
But with others you’re in a different world
You leave me on my own
Your vaults have turned to stone.