Working summer
John Betjeman buried in small church in cornwall saint piran of tin miners
Fairy dairy hairy peter pan no fairy magic wand i stand go like hand in hand red and blue so true
Darks as the clouds rain deep in my brow pitter-patter on the ground wind swept umbrella flying around
Beasts to feasts go far as east drive down a leap forgive you beep go back to sleep
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
In spite of fathers sternest strictures sue spent each evening at the pictures you see a lot of reels he said
Farewell thy fair day to the last fade of light look up westward site sun downward thee soar wee shall meet no more
There are bridges. to cross and the way is long but a purpose in life will make you strong
Speaking words of wisdom let it be for you and me hey Jude don’t be sad to make it better into my heart
Bless thy thee shine may you always dine down the railway line sing a song for all time the room was so bare
sir Andrew wood knighted by a king for battle won under the sun history will
a soldiers to be wears with pride for all to see in my uniform to serve my country
Nothing but tit for tat scratch my back jack and i will scratch yours pitifully world we live desperate pain to gain
Hold my hands so i can stand my legs no more also very sore sorry to be a bore
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
deep heart tears i miss thee groans of pains not to see thee dark despair