I watched as you walked out on me

And sauntered down the street,

Acknowledging expressions of

All those you chanced to meet:

You turned that far off corner

And you disappeared from sight

My world was bleak and empty

The remainder of the night.

Well, the night's been long and lonesome

As you've been around the town,

It's been empty in your absence,

I've been feeling rather down;

I've worried for your safety

Though I know you'll be all right

Yet forgive me, it's my nature

When you leave each Friday night.

It's cold, it's wet and windy

Yet I really do not care

For there's nowhere I would rather be

Than waiting for you there;

Do I see the distant headlamps

Of the early pre-dawn run?

How I long to know you're happy

Now your night-time fun is done.

For you know I'll always worry

When you're out upon the town

I'm a bag of nerves without you

Till it's time to hurry down

To meet you in the early hours

Then just you watch me shine

You're home again and in my arms,

Oh precious daughter mine.

IAN C GRAY Wollaton Road Wollaton Park,