Old Warriors and Pretty Young Wives – Pt 5 (The End)

He shadowed her around the house

Suspicious if she fed a mouse

She'd stopped him from keeping his spear

Not at home or anywhere near

She stayed young, he grew older

And the gap between them bolder

And she started to miss her husband

The one that they had cruelly canned

As she cooked he’d sit behind her

While she fanned the fire in a blur

His memories would come a-floodin’

And he’d sing his fears a-sudden

Adwoa, I’m frightened by your fanning

Eno Adwoa, what are you planning?

Is there a spear out there tonight?

Eno, will I live to see the light?