ABIGAIL
Here stands the professor, confessing his fables
to well weathered wood desks and kidney shaped tables.
No one is listening, they treat him like a footpad.
His mind travels back to when he was a lad.
Her billowing skirt and his tails.
They danced and then kissed by the balcony rail.
Benjamin Edsel and his Abigail.
His love for her will not die.
Preaching to deaf ears is far from the gold days
of saying ‘I love you’ in one thousand ways.
Her heart grew restless, she counted to ten
and the dish ran away with the spoon once again.
Her billowing skirt and his tails.
They danced and then kissed by the balcony rail.
Benjamin Edsel and his Abigail.
His love for her will not die.
Nobody’s seen all the trouble he knows
as he battles his memories of buttons and bows.
‘He’s senile! The facts are all here!’ cries Headmaster.
So he cleans out his desk and he heads for disaster.
Her billowing skirt and his tails.
They danced and then kissed by the balcony rail.
Benjamin Edsel and his Abigail.
His love for her will not die.
His love for her will not die.
JVA - Guitars, Vocals, Bass, Keyboards, Percussion
