Priya's Colleagues

[Verse 1] Thirty-two years of opening up before the street was bright, You found the books, you found the keys, you made the printer right. You knew which child liked dinosaurs and who just needed quiet, Now we've got you on the dance floor; please don't try to organise it. [Chorus] Monday is mine, let the morning take its time, No alarm is going to tell me when the kettle gets to shine. I've got seeds upon the windowsill and plans I haven't made, Put another record on; I've got a whole new kind of day. [Verse 2] Your leaving card is heavy with the things we couldn't say, The patient way you listened when somebody lost their way. We'll miss your secret biscuits and your wonderfully dry reply, But we'll manage all the shelving; you have other shelves to try. [Bridge] You said you'd learn the saxophone and maybe take a train, Visit every friend who keeps on saying come again. Whatever fills your calendar, leave space for doing less, You spent so long supporting us; enjoy a proper rest. [Chorus] Monday is mine, let the morning take its time, No alarm is going to tell me when the kettle gets to shine. I've got seeds upon the windowsill and plans I haven't made, Put another record on; I've got a whole new kind of day.