The swing on the hill

The swing on the hill
By the postbox, its still
For Molly just hasn’t come back
She always swung freely
Legs in the air
Windmill hill Glastonbury
How we did share
Those moments together
Her warmth on my wood
Her mum had a shop
In the high street
So good
Selling candles and soaps
And incenses too
I remember the Tor
And how my dreams came true
Molly has gone
Grown up moved on
The only friends sharing
My swing
Are magpies and pigeons
Who sit on my wood
And their dose of comfort
They bring.

Waiting on Windmill Hill
glastonbury