Leslie (a lone stick of wheat), written by Vin Garbutt, performed by Eliza Perks

[@anthonybennett5335]

Thank you for keeping alive this great but very sad song - Vincent was a great lyricist

[@ElizaPerks]

Thank you! I agree and also a brilliant musician, arranger and songwriter.

[@ElizaPerks]

Lyrics: Alone in a cornfield, lost in contemplation I gazed over Wilton to view the north sea When a lone stick of wheat, swaying gently beside me Directed my thoughts to the grave of Leslie For young Les was the black sheep, least that’s what he figured No-one told him different he lived on a knife edge Until with the bottle, he hastened his downfall by feeding the fires of his mental strife Just a lone stick of wheat in a whole field of barley Young Les must have felt that way most of the time For his young life he wasted The sad life he tasted was ended at just 29 Just once did I meet Les, his eyes never greeted me Don’t be offended his friend said to me We were down at the sporting club one Friday evening Surrounded by friends But alone was Leslie Yet a love for his young wife, affection he stored in a heart like a whirlpool be calmed by the tide But the tide rarely changed and the wife who adored him one morning she left with a tear in her eye Just a lone stick of wheat in a whole field of barley Young Les must have felt that way most of the time For his young life he wasted The sad life he tasted was ended at just 29 I sat in my cornfield I thought on that morning When fog from the river reached Albion street And in through the door of that derelict building a young man lay waiting, his maker to meet His name it was Leslie His life quickly ebbing The mist from the Tees sapping of his life’s heat Once more in the barley, I saw down beside me, all underfoot trodden, a lone stick of wheat Just a lone stick of wheat in a whole field of barley Young Les must have felt that way most of the time For his young life he wasted the sad life he tasted was ended at just 29