Time, they say, heals wounds.
I haven’t found that to be so —
For through lost fields of yesterday
My heart will ever go
Love, I hear, takes time.
Well, time’s the one thing that I lack –
Yet to lost fields of yesterday
My heart keeps going back
I let it all just wander free;
I try to be more lenient —
I’ve never done emotions right,
They are most inconvenient
Yes love itself, I’m often told,
Is life’s great mystery —
Like long lost fields of yesterday
Where you’re still there