For Liquorice John - Procol Harum

He fell from grace and hit the ground

They tried in vain to bring him round

No one saw him make the fall

They couldn’t understand at all

His fall from grace was swift and straight

The doctors didn’t hesitate

What he had they were not sure

He didn’t have a temperature

His fall from grace was swift and sure

The doctors said they knew no cure

They felt and poked and pushed his pulse

He couldn’t understand at all

He fell from grace and hit the ground

He fell into the sea and drowned

They saw him struggling from the harbour

They saw him wave as he went under