All the leaves were brown,
on a winter’s day.
Sea was green,
sky was grey.
Oh, I’m going home.
Pavements mirrored,
all that was new.
Raindrops glistened
in the dew.
Oh, I’m going home.
Children shouting,
no one near.
People listening,
they couldn’t hear.
I’m going home…
I’m going home…
Copyright: Anthony Leonard Ostheimer (ALO), 24 May 1971