Simon Brooke

The same things I think about, I think about them all the time,
and the same things that I think about,
Sometimes I think about you Simon, my dear, Simon Brooke.

Oh, the same love I tough it out, I’ll tough it out ‘til you get back,
Still it feels so strange sleeping all alone,
With only your pillow to remind me.
My dear, Simon Brooke. My dear, Simon Brooke.

You’re my better side,
They said you’d gone, I think they lied,
They must have lied.

Well Simon, if you look out far from there, you might feel
somebody watching you, I think I talk a lot to God these days
So you can find your way, you’ll find your way,
My dear, Simon Brooke. My dear, Simon Brooke.

I heard something from somewhere saying you died in the war,
four years ago, but I didn’t believe when they told me so,
I know Simon, I know.
My dear, Simon Brooke. My dear, Simon Brooke.

Oh, the same things I think about, yeah I think about
them all the time, and the same things that I think about,
sometimes I think about you Simon.
My dear, Simon Brooke. My dear, Simon Brooke.