You and me

 I don't see purple trees

I don't hear calvary

Nor the bells of the shells

Singing in the sea

I don't hear talismen's keys

Jangle in the frieze

And more than that

But nothing flat

I don't see you and me

I don't hear caravans

No see those family plans

Of holidays in holy blaze

I don't see you and me

Oh we were once an item

But we soon got sold

From off the shelves of our selves

in exchange for gold

I don't see ruby shoes

Dancing away the blues

But What is neat, is the sweet

I don't see you and me