Postcards and letters   T-shirts and sweaters    Passports and Parkas    Mobiles and chargers    Two tennis rackets    Blue Rizla packets    A new sheep-skin jacket    I lost it all       All through my life there have been    Many rare and precious things    I have tried to call mine    But I just cannot seem   To keep hold of anything    For more than a short time    Possessions of a sentimental kind    They were mine, now they're not       Gym-kits and trainers    Asthma inhalers    Silk-cuts and Bennies    Ten-packs and twenties    C-class narcotics    Antibiotics    The holes in my pockets   I lost it all       All that I'd like is to know   Just where do those lost things go?    When they slip from my hands    Then one night in a dream    I passed through a sheepskin screen    To a green, pleasant land    I found them all piled up into the sky    And I cried tears of joy