Oh this brings out the romantic bard.
Quietly as the Towers rosebuds
Talk to the thin AB air,
Love came so lightly,
Queenie knew not he was there.
Quietly as lovers
Creep at the Irish moon,
Softly as Psybbs may tremble
in the tears of a Piper's tune;
Quietly as AB lilies
Their faint vows declare
Came the shy Fife pilgrim:
Queenie knew not he was there.
Quietly as Daisy's tears fall
On a warm tony sin,
Softly as the Bard's griefs call
Psybbs has the BF already in a violin;
Without MoFC hail or tempest,
The Towers sword of flame.
Love came so lightly
We knew not that they came.