Without You

[ELIZA]
What a fool I was, what a dominated fool
To think that you were the earth and the sky
What a fool I was
What an addlepated fool
What a muddle-headed dolt was I
No, my reverberated 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 taught so well
You can go to Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire

They can still rule with 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