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Neil Wylie ©

Gordon Fjaelberg
Bridgend, Wales
1994

Young Neil could be found
On an old wooden bench
Behind the Hood Park Cricket Club;
Where white-flanelled men
Shouted loudly: "Owzat?"
Young Neil played his sad songs of love.

So, come with me now,
Yes, come see Neil Wylie,
And learn just what true love can do.
Come with me now,
Yes, come see Neil Wylie,
No different to me or to you.

Aware not to lean
On the splintered back-rest
Which was, like his heart, bent and frayed,
Young Neil's lone guitar
Played a mournful refrain
As the trees, in sympathy, swayed.

So, come with me now,
Yes, come see Neil Wylie,
And learn just what true love can do.
Come with me now,
Yes, come see Neil Wylie,
No different to me or to you.

He'd play a few songs
Then just watch the birds fly,
And think of Elizabeth's charms.
It's no easy thing
Being nineteen, in love,
Away from her welcoming arms.

So, come with me now,
Yes, come see Neil Wylie,
And learn just what true love can do.
Come with me now,
Yes, come see Neil Wylie,
No different to me or to you.

Nobody's alone,
But don't tell Neil Wylie,
He'll sing his sad songs all the same.
With white-flanelled men
Shouting loudly: "Owzat?"
He's dreaming of fortune and fame.

So, come with me now,
Yes, come see Neil Wylie,
And learn just what true love can do.
Come with me now,
Yes, come see Neil Wylie,
No different to me or to you.


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