Porthcawl Nights

The summer air cold and damp
Porthcawl nights in a caravan camp
As we walked together on the sand
We chased the sunset hand in hand

On rocks watching passing ships
You talked of poverty and politics
You had to wake me from my snoring
Because I found you so dead boring

Trips to gardens of rainbow flowers
Your poetry rambling on for hours
I was so glad when Saturday came
When you waved goodbye from your valley train

You were my friend but I found you a bore
I went back to my home and saw you no more
To your letters I sent back no replies
Always out when you phoned or so somebody lied

Now your're a singer with a famous band
You left our valley for a far away land
I can only imagine how dull I must seem
Now your're the hero of a million dreams