Where do thy begin turning down my skin let us all do sin life love to you all back home i call
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
Devine thy templar help to the poor bears of thy cross to pilgrims land five part star to order
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
a soldiers to be wears with pride for all to see in my uniform to serve my country
Darks as the clouds rain deep in my brow pitter-patter on the ground wind swept umbrella flying around
Hold my hands so i can stand my legs no more also very sore sorry to be a bore
Remain the old clock of thee old tower with all his might still a old battle site Cromwell still in the fight
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
My dear love thee the world is so free my heart sad apart fears of thy fate hate maybe our last date
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
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
deep heart tears i miss thee groans of pains not to see thee dark despair
The red and blue retreat in battle to fight another day will soon be back where they belong
There are bridges. to cross and the way is long but a purpose in life will make you strong