Working summer
John Betjeman buried in small church in cornwall saint piran of tin miners
My dear love thee the world is so free my heart sad apart fears of thy fate hate maybe our last date
Devine thy templar help to the poor bears of thy cross to pilgrims land five part star to order
island of gentle decay time capsule still lost world of its own time the detritus way of life whirlpool tidal races
past the time cilla was so fine sing a song to shine she was all mine in our world
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
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
Open turn to burn door open to ajar sneaking in the bar to see our star whisky in thy jar
Life of art Tate to tarts modern farts Vincent van Gogh it broke his heart
Bless thy thee shine may you always dine down the railway line sing a song for all time the room was so bare
Where do thy begin turning down my skin let us all do sin life love to you all back home i call
up town girl Luton town village green fair ground caddington club my subs back cricketers pub grub five oaks trees school shrubs
Nothing but tit for tat scratch my back jack and i will scratch yours pitifully world we live desperate pain to gain
Tis a tale of a captain kidd drinks thy rum it was lots of fun being a pirate bum
tis the auld pub on kirkconnel main street were miners meet a jug of ale was a rare treat
Farewell thy fair day to the last fade of light look up westward site sun downward thee soar wee shall meet no more