Afternoon

Were further than they'd be
I'll draw my curtain to the town
I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
When I am old and comforted
When I am old and comforted
And I'll forget the way of tears
And hum a purring note
With lace to kiss my throat

With lace to kiss my throat
I'll draw my curtain to the town

Beneath my laundered cap
With memory to share my bed
And rock and stir my tea
And I will have a sprigged gown
With memory to share my bed
With peace to share my fire

And I will have a sprigged gown

And done with this desire
But oh how I wish those blessed years
And done with this desire
And done with this desire
And watch my cool and fragile hands

Lie light upon my lap

And hum a purring note
With peace to share my fire
When I am old and comforted