Gathering Lilacs

A visit to the bungalow with Meg.  We wanted to work out what work was absolutely essential before deciding when to proceed.  Nothings going to be rushed but a few phone calls next week may help us make a plan for our exit strategy from the flat.  Rather like the bigger picture, still a lot of uncertainty.


There was lilac in flower in the bungalow garden.


Although you’re far away
And life is sad and grey
I have a scheme, a dream to try
I’m thinking, dear, of you
And all I meant to do
When we’re together, you and I
We’ll soon forget our care and pain
And find such lovely things to share again

We’ll gather lilacs in the spring again
And walk together down an English lane
Until our hearts have learned to sing again
When you come home once more

And in the evening by the firelight’s glow
You’ll hold me close and never let me go
Your eyes will tell me all I want to know
When you come home once more

We’ll learn to love anew
The simple joys we knew
And shared together night and day
We’ll watch without a sigh
The moments speeding by
When life is free and hearts are gay
My dream is here for you to share
And in my heart my dream becomes a prayer

We’ll gather lilacs in the spring again
And walk together down an English lane
Until our hearts have learned to sing again
When you come home once more

And in the evening by the firelight’s glow
You’ll hold me close and never let me go
Your eyes will tell me all I want to know
When you come home once more



With thanks to Ivor Novello