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
Piper to a band dance in the sand to a one man band lochlan mor lived by the shore
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
Open turn to burn door open to ajar sneaking in the bar to see our star whisky in thy jar
sir Andrew wood knighted by a king for battle won under the sun history will
In spite of fathers sternest strictures sue spent each evening at the pictures you see a lot of reels he said
past the time cilla was so fine sing a song to shine she was all mine in our world
Hold my hands so i can stand my legs no more also very sore sorry to be a bore
Mr plump and mr plimp to meet and have tea by the sea they both stink not had a wash
Life of art Tate to tarts modern farts Vincent van Gogh it broke his heart
up town girl Luton town village green fair ground caddington club my subs back cricketers pub grub five oaks trees school shrubs
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
Speaking words of wisdom let it be for you and me hey Jude don’t be sad to make it better into my heart
Fairy dairy hairy peter pan no fairy magic wand i stand go like hand in hand red and blue so true