Where do thy begin turning down my skin let us all do sin life love to you all back home i call
Darks as the clouds rain deep in my brow pitter-patter on the ground wind swept umbrella flying around
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
walk as i talk backpack to sack of a trying day to the end thy hill what a weary day
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
Over the hills sit dan windy rain with sam we begin to date ham walk down the stairs fair to share we stare
oh you wander to see i bright spark tis a singing lark on a tree in the park walk around the estate
Bless thy thee shine may you always dine down the railway line sing a song for all time the room was so bare
to a bairns cuddle doon to a misty moon tis a home poet from the toon remember the miners
Nothing but tit for tat scratch my back jack and i will scratch yours pitifully world we live desperate pain to gain
Fare to dare to fly in the sky not to stare on ryanair for we not see dolly oh golly
Farewell thy fair day to the last fade of light look up westward site sun downward thee soar wee shall meet no more
The red and blue retreat in battle to fight another day will soon be back where they belong
a soldiers to be wears with pride for all to see in my uniform to serve my country
Hold my hands so i can stand my legs no more also very sore sorry to be a bore