Yankee Grey - And On

your mother was crying
your father passed her a handkerchief
their tear-stained faces
looked to mine for a sign of grief
a thousand raincoats
always stand around too long
but i stayed to talk with you
after they had gone.
the flowers i brought you
were beginning to fade under the heavy rain
your name on the card had run so i tried in vain to write it again
they didn't understand you - no!
they didn't even try
i'm so glad that you left us now
before you had the chance to die.
i sat there for a long time,
expecting to turn and see you there
i ran my fingers through the long grass
willing it to turn into your hair - and oh
i'm gonna miss you, dear
but i don't have to cry