oh you wander to see i bright spark tis a singing lark on a tree in the park walk around the estate

walk as i talk backpack to sack of a trying day to the end thy hill what a weary day

North Devon in heaven all summer i thee stayed work my home for a bone wet my suit cold to a tone surf in the bay i am to old

Down sir matt busby way Stretford red devils play George best here to stay red blood on his shirt scores a goal in the dirt

Whence we go as far to thy door to shop on the floor have a drink at the bar And find a movie star

deep heart tears i miss thee groans of pains not to see thee dark despair

The ashes of the day in the morning. are so red behold i get out of my bed smoke fire alarms to spread ashes. to ashes goodnight fred

In spite of fathers sternest strictures sue spent each evening at the pictures you see a lot of reels he said

island of gentle decay time capsule still lost world of its own time the detritus way of life whirlpool tidal races

Nothing but tit for tat scratch my back jack and i will scratch yours pitifully world we live desperate pain to gain

Remain the old clock of thee old tower with all his might still a old battle site Cromwell still in the fight

past the time cilla was so fine sing a song to shine she was all mine in our world

Titanic white a star fine shoe shine down the line sail softly in the calm seas eat and drink happy times music plays softly so devine

There are bridges. to cross and the way is long but a purpose in life will make you strong