When the hounds are baying and the hunt is drawing near,
will you still protect me, will you still be here.
Will you stand beside me when the cannons roar,
or when I’m seeking refuge, will you bolt the door.
Will you brave the tempest, or slip into the night
and leave me with the debris, alone to face the fight.
When the earthquake trembles and spires begin to snap,
will you leave me buried, or will you spring the trap.
Will you bring me food and drink when my cupboard’s bare,
and when my eyes are failing, will you still be there.
Will you heal my injured pride when flights of fancy fall,
when all my hopes and big ideas turn out to be so small.
Will you bind my broken heart when love has flown away
and light my bedside candle at the closing of the day.
Will you ease my worried mind and wipe away the frown
and will you chase my shadow when the light is going down,
Of course you bloody won’t!
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