When the leaves are falling

As sung by Victoria Wood on the video An Audience With Victoria Wood

When the leaves are falling,
The sun sets o'er the lea,
I think I hear you calling,
Calling out to me.
Your voice is not forgotten. I think I hear it now,
"Get your arse in here, Trace, you stupid cow."
I always shall remember
The night we two were one.
That evening in September,
A star peeped out and shone.
You said to me so softly, underneath that star,
"Help us out for Christ sake with this poxy bra."
The moon was pale,
The nightingale
That sang our wedding song.
I must confess,
I did not guess
That things could go so wrong.

The dreadful day we parted

Must never be forgot.
In the bath you'd started
Topping up the hot.
Snow lay on the pavements. Ice was in my heart.
You called out, "Bring the heater in, you big-bummed tart".
I switched on the heater
And then I heard you say,
"I've met a girl called Rita.
She's moving in today."
I gripped the fire so tightly and then, I know not how,
I dropped it in the water. Well, it's too late now.

© Victoria Wood