Without you

What a fool I was

What a dominated fool

To think you were the earth and sky

What a fool I was...what an addle-pated fool

What a mutton-headed dolt was I

No, my reverberating friend

You are not the beginning and the end

There'll be spring every year without you

England still will be here without you

There'll be fruit on the tree

And a shore by the sea

There'll be crumpets and tea

Without you

Art and music will thrive without you

Somehow Keats will survive without you

And there still will be rain

On that plain down in Spain

Even that will remain without you

I can do without you

You, dear friend, who talk so well

You can go to Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire

They can still rule the land without you

Windsor Castle will stand without you

And without much ado

We can all muddle through without you

Without your pulling it, the tide comes in

Without your twirling it, the earth can spin

Without your pushing them, the clouds roll by

If they can do without you, ducky, so can I

I shall not feel alone without you

I can stand on my own without you

So go back in your shell

I can do bloody well

Without you