So now green is for remembrance,

And yellow roses too.

And the slippers in the hall

That lie and wait here still, for you.

You’re everywhere in my home,

And in my garden too.

And yet nowhere in my life,

And I don’t know what to do.

From, the pegs on the washing line,

To your special china cup,

From pictures on the walls,

To London in a book.

And what will I do now on Sundays

When it gets to our 8 o’clock call?

Who shall I phone to wish goodnight

Now that you’re no place I can call.

Oh I’ve cried a river alright,

And all of its tributaries too.

Because it’s hard not think of what might have been,

When memories can’t yet pull me through.

Because everywhere there is you,

And yet nowhere is there you.