Cousins-Cronk Several years ago, a day in early spring In a Copenhagen bar, I heard a skylark sing. In a slow speed silent movie there's a snow kissed winter scene Your pretty face is glistening with tears in that half remembered moment Silent and serene, the town hall bells are chiming down the years. A simple pack of crayons, a pavement master cla** On a city centre street our fortunes came to pa**. They washed away your cartoons in the Copenhagen rain You were drifting in the mull of broken dreams A thin veneer of laughter hid the tantrums and the pain A photograph is seldom what it seems. Magic as in lantern pastel colours bright Treading through the blossom in the softly fading light. A cutting from a paper on the entertainment page It's good to catch the ink before it dries The audience was drawn to a Tivoli Garden stage Our future pa**ed before us through their eyes.