He sits by the bed

Watches while she sleeps

Her favourite book of poems lies

Just beyond reach

He walks to the doorway

He turns before he goes

She starts to stir as he

Turns the light down low and says

You be Marianne and I'll be Lenny

Together we'll live on the isle of hydra

There in that land of plenty

We'll be there till the end of time



Eat tangerines and oranges

They bring down from the hills

Drink retsina at the cafe

And watch, watch what time never kills

And never grow old

And never watch old friends die

And like Peter Pan

We'll be captain of that steel blue sky



CHORUS



Things would be so much simpler then

No need for fantasy, and no pretense

Wouldn't watch old friends die

Captains of our own design

We'll be there till the end of

We'll be there till the end of time



He sits by the bed

Watches while she sleeps

Her favourite book of poems lies



Just beyond reach



CHORUS





-apologies to Leonard Cohen and Greece...Hydra is pronounced heedra...poetic licence and all that you know