Maria Daines ~ Last to Know

‘Last to Know’ Oh I packed up my books, a box for my clothes A tin for my papers, a coat for the cold Said goodbye to the walls, wept waving friends And you’ll be the last to know Last note in my diary, last dinner for two Last whisper of sorrow, of who upset who Last empty laugh and the final word, no And you’ll be the last to know And I’ll walk head up high, thank the Lord, search the sky For the peace and comfort, to know I was right And I’ll never look back and wherever I go You’ll be the last to know Last of the battles, drenched in your sweat Last of the knuckles over my head No more the days lost in your show You can’t find me now, onward I go Love is the care, doesn’t scream at your eyes Kind gentle hands build a fortress in time I couldn’t tell you and now you’re alone And you’ll be the last to know And I’ll walk head up high, thank the Lord, search the sky For the peace and comfort, to know I was right And I’ll never look back and wherever I go Oh you’ll be the last to know You'll be the last, oh, you'll be the last Last to know, you'll be the last Oh you... be the last to know © Maria Daines/Paul Killington 10th June 2020 My thanks to our friend Bill Pearson for the photography.