Daisy Chain

From the album "Broken Biscuits"

I was standing alone in the playground,
A poor worried kid just five years old.
When this little girl in pigtails came up to me and smiled,
And she gave me a daisy chain to hold.

CHORUS
Daisy chain, daisy chain,
More precious than diamonds and gold.
This little girl in pigtails came up to me and smiled,
And she gave me a daisy chain to hold.

All summer long we played together,
Till my folks they up and moved away.
And in another town, feeling so let down,
Till the girl next door invited me to play.

So the years rolled on by like a river,
As friendships turned into love affairs.
Had my heart broken in two, and thought life was through,
Till I finally found someone who really cares.

MIDDLE EIGHT
But if sometimes life troubles and other work-a-day things,
Ever begin to get me down,
Then I wish I could be - a kid again so free,
Picking wild flowers all around.
Buttercups and bluebells, and sweet columbine,
Primrose, poppies, and wild mountain thyme.
And so many others it’s true,
But there’s only one reminds me of you.

I was standing alone in the city,
A poor worried man, growing old.
When this little grey haired lady, came up to me and smiled,
And gave me her loving arm to hold.

At Teignmouth Folk Club (2013) a lady suggested to me someone ought to write a love song for oldies. I took this as a challenge but couldn’t think of anything until I remembered my first day at school when a little blond haired girl offered me a daisy chain she’d picked in the field opposite. It was a lovely sunny day and though I’ve forgotten almost everything else about that school I still recall this occasion very well.