Working summer
John Betjeman buried in small church in cornwall saint piran of tin miners
Beasts to feasts go far as east drive down a leap forgive you beep go back to sleep
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
My dear love thee the world is so free my heart sad apart fears of thy fate hate maybe our last date
a soldiers to be wears with pride for all to see in my uniform to serve my country
tis the auld pub on kirkconnel main street were miners meet a jug of ale was a rare treat
Institute of contemporary arts down the mall by green park Buckingham palace looks bright shinning like big wheel in the nig… white marble stands victoria pride
The curse of humanity to bear thy sick art limp rabbit’s in fields i so cry displeasure in thee to live in thy plain
Open turn to burn door open to ajar sneaking in the bar to see our star whisky in thy jar
for thee fall in the lurking lake move me like morning cakes books and food summer pain knock me down my heart in vain lord take me to thy resting place
There are bridges. to cross and the way is long but a purpose in life will make you strong
Met bobby vee by the sea matt munro gent you see Lesley Anne down so free cannon and ball we call alright tommy do for me
Fairy dairy hairy peter pan no fairy magic wand i stand go like hand in hand red and blue so true
to a bairns cuddle doon to a misty moon tis a home poet from the toon remember the miners
blue to red tis a water shed my life was short and sweet tired i sleep thy hear beeps pink and yellow colour teek my love for you dinner time
Starry starry night painted to violets delight flaming flowers make it through the night the green fairy