India - Kirsty McGee

India my dear, you’re almost out of luck

That slender chain of pearls you wear

Around your slender neck

Is fallen to the floor — why don’t you pick it up?

India my dear

It’s not that i don’t love you

But the world’s moved on

And the colours in your eyes

Don’t mix with mine

It’s not that i don’t trust you

But there’s nothing more to say

India, my dear

India my dear, you’re nothing but kindness

And i don’t expect you’d say the same of me

We did all of our crying in a lay-by by the road side

And i can see so clearly now i can no longer see

Did you know when i first saw you

I felt i was falling into grace:

To see your bright hair burning

Around your smiling face?

But i see the colours fading from you

Like you’re too much in the light

And i hate to watch you fading, india

India my dear — we’re almost out of time

I can’t sit and watch you crumble like a child

There’s colours out there in the rain

That i first saw in your eyes

India my dear

It’s not that i don’t love you

But there’s nothing more to say

And the colours in your eyes

Don’t mix with mine

It’s not that i don’t trust you

But the world’s moved on

India my love