What You Have Roy Harper

Mocy my dear
Another tender year
They said that we were too young to think
They filled our heads with fear
The sand flows through our fingers
With our dreaming out to sea
But what we really had
Is all there really is to be
Oh Mocy my dear
Their being is so clear

Mocy my dear
I've seen a funny game
Last night I met a girl
And Summer was her name
I offered her this everything
She said that sex was cheap
She thinks that love's a position
She has to give or keep
Oh Mocy my dear
And yet they never hear

Mocy my dear
My memory is plain
I've been so hurt
But I've caused a lot of pain
And I am just as guilty
As the ones that I would blame
We all of us have no excuse
We're everyone the same
Oh Mocy my dear
That being has no fear