DANDELION WINE

A song lyric based on a tragic event near Greenwich Park in the 1970’s.

He keeps photos and perfumed loveletters
In a black and white Moroccan box
In a trunk at the back of the attic
Secured by two silver locks
Once a year, round about harvest time,
He gets them all out for a read,
He never stops thinking about her
That old wound continues to bleed
It was always the end of the summer
They bottled the dandelion wine
She said it was almost like drinking
Pure essence of golden sunshine
Then came the day, momentous day,
The day they drank out of their head
All the way home laughed in the car,
Hit the lamp post and she was dead
He won’t go walking
In golden sunshine,
Don’t go drinking dandelion wine
He keeps a flagon of dandelion wine
It starts glowing near to harvest time
Dandelion wine
Dandelion wine
Don’t go drinking
Dandelion wine.