Though I know the night has fallen and the sun's sailed out to sea    I will wait here for the band to play the trumpet voluntary    And with one foot on the seashore and the other in the sand    I will stand here plaiting daisies whilst you play the piano-grand       Caprice, your bugle blew away the cobwebs from my ears    and for once I stood quite naked. Unashamed, I wept the tears    which I tried to hide inside myself from me, I mean from you    but the shame I found too painful and the pain it only grew      Magdalene, my Regal Zonophone