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Mud In Your Eye ©

Gordon Fjaelberg
Bridgend, Wales
1974

I believed you, before,
When you said I'm a bore;
It's conceivable,
According to your lights.
You did what you do best,
Got it all off your chest;
Unbelievable,
Though well within your rights.
Now the joke is on you,
Hope your dreams all come true,
For you realise
I've made it on my own.
Don't be getting upset,
I'm quite grateful we met,
And I'll idolise
What happiness we've known.

So here's mud in your eye
For a really good try;
Could I simply state -
Wherever you might be,
That I'm raising a glass,
May it soon come to pass
You get everything
That you once wished for me.

Being wrong all the time
Can't be classed as a crime,
Though you bring it off
With dignity and style.
Whilst your every faux pas
Helps reveal what you are,
How I used to cough
To help suppress a smile.
Do you think you are mad,
Would you find that so bad?
You exaggerate,
And that so rarely pays.
Still and all, I declare,
You've a right to despair;
I suspect it's now
Too late to change your ways.

So here's mud in your eye
For a really good try;
Could I simply state -
Wherever you might be,
That I'm raising a glass,
May it soon come to pass
You get everything
That you once wished for me.

It must be awful for you
Knowing just what to do,
But I'll make a bet
Your talents will not waste.
While you soaked in the greed
Of your ultimate need,
I would never let
You be condemned in haste.
Don't get sun on your skin,
Try and stay off the gin;
Though I wish you well,
I wish you far away.
Few regrets on my part,
Pleasant dreams from the heart;
I may write and tell
About your life some day.

So here's mud in your eye
For a really good try;
May I simply state -
Wherever you might be,
That I'm raising a glass,
May it soon come to pass
You get everything
That you once wished for me.



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