The English Winter - Ending In July

Well, Well, The World Must Turn Upon Its Axis, And All Mankind Turn With It, Heads Or Tails, And Live And Die, Make Love And Pay Our Taxes, And As The Veering Winds Shift, Shift Our Sails.

As Winds Come Whispering Lightly From The West, Kissing, Not Ruffling, The Blue Deep's Serene.

We Are All Selfish And I No More Trust Myself Than Others With A Good Motive.

Let Us Have Wine And Women, Mirth And Laughter, Sermons And Soda Water The Day After.

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.