My mum told me to stay inside,
Then she told me to go and hide.
Why is she telling me to do this?
What's going on? What will I miss?
Tip toed silently to the door.
Opened it and saw on the floor,
One young man, about my father's age.
One of them was holding a page.
This page was a note to a girl,
He says she's a lovely pearl.
He point at my house and said
'Give this letter to Meg the head.'
Who this guy was I do not know
Was he a friend or was he a foe?
I did not see him again that night
He had vanished into the light
I walked back in and saw my mum,
She took the page and read with thumb.
Their where tears running down her face,
It was like a waterfall race.
She asked me had I read it yet?
She said 'go sit down my little pet!'
I sat down on the chair I had,
And my mum said 'that man... that manwasyour dad'