Working summer
John Betjeman buried in small church in cornwall saint piran of tin miners
past the time cilla was so fine sing a song to shine she was all mine in our world
Starry starry night painted to violets delight flaming flowers make it through the night the green fairy
Farewell thy fair day to the last fade of light look up westward site sun downward thee soar wee shall meet no more
Fairy dairy hairy peter pan no fairy magic wand i stand go like hand in hand red and blue so true
a soldiers to be wears with pride for all to see in my uniform to serve my country
My dear love thee the world is so free my heart sad apart fears of thy fate hate maybe our last date
Life of art Tate to tarts modern farts Vincent van Gogh it broke his heart
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
Bless thy thee shine may you always dine down the railway line sing a song for all time the room was so bare
Hold my hands so i can stand my legs no more also very sore sorry to be a bore
Abide with thee your so sad to see but thy remain free along all to see a moment with thee
Liver birds on royal towers clock a rock hope st we meet down knotty ash diddy bash the cavern club Beatles past while my guitar gently weeps
Sit and thee wonder looks like thunder go back down under make me sit and plunder long tall sally
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
island of gentle decay time capsule still lost world of its own time the detritus way of life whirlpool tidal races