Strawberry Fair Forever

Just last year I wandered off to Strawberry Fair. I used to go there every year to catch up with old friends who'd drifted away but got blown back home to Midsummer Common for the fair. You can still meet some of them there, flower children now rather gone to seed. And now Strawberry Fair weekend has come around again. A long time ago I met an old friend (still blooming then and maybe she still is) and the next day wrote her this song.....

I was feeling down

when I went into town

and I ended up at Strawberry Fair,

I was looking around

with the jugglers and clowns

just wishing that I was elsewhere,

I wasn't too far

from the queue for the bar

when I noticed your face in the crowd

Never knew how I'd missed you

but the minute I kissed you

made me feel like singing out loud...

And I can almost taste the home-made wine

Of a bygone afternoon

When everybody's sitting down beside the river

Just picking out an old-time tune.

Meeting you here

must be all of ten years

since we said our goodbyes with a smile,

You with your dreams

and me with my schemes

must have travelled down many long miles.

You'd never believe

some of the people I've seen

and the fools I've met along the way,

But in the end

it's the old time friends

got something worthwhile to say

And I can almost taste the home-made wine

Of a bygone afternoon

When everybody's sitting down beside the river

Just picking out an old-time tune.

Those times were lazy,

times were crazy,

but didn't those times just fly

Since we used to float

on an old river boat

just watching the times roll by.

We lived for each other

like sister and brother

but somehow we let it all fall

And nowadays

you can hear people say

that it wasn't that way at all.

And I can almost taste the home-made wine

Of a bygone afternoon

When everybody's sitting down beside the river

Just picking out an old-time tune.

And now the sun is shining

I'm feeling fine and

the music's beginning to flow,

Tomorrow's Sunday,

forget about Monday,

here's hoping the time'll go slow

We've been here and there
 and collected our share

of memories, babies and lovers,

We've all been dancing

to different tunes

getting out of step with each other

And I can almost taste the home-made wine

Of a bygone afternoon

When everybody's sitting down beside the river

Just picking out an old-time tune.

Take care.