Life of the lock gate to open a windy state get home was to late plate steak miss cake pet dog called ted

one day at a time story tell all kind life is on my mind cry baby cord line wash hands to dry

Vision of prince albert castle in need of repair queen victoria no stairs Balmoral was a delight both smile for thy plight

Leaves of fallen winds agast like the power of snow drift for we seek to our salvation winters trees stills all keep leaves’ of falls crystal tweet

Night out to have a wake coffin in corner lie in state Halloween spiders web cake toffees apples sticky bakes burn you all at the stakes

to be in my last abode down the rats old road dark place with toads smell of pork fat loads potty mind game late

Stank with thee wild cold stew to stachie on my young staig with my stalwart bottle stown stood i be with my wild stoyte fa a all clinkin doited aild goat

First of battle thy score along the Baltic shores ships afloat by the door first world war no more last post for all thee fall

Spoils of gods fertile land thy seed of crops we wait harvest plenty for we make for villages life food great water for all life earth state

Paint sheaves of wheat peep with his mind so far deep his lust for life lovers meet red beast hair eyes thee stare shoot himself to makers keep

Passing strangers weep help him back on his feet lost soul found in a hole homeless boy with sheet folds it up looks so neat

Walk upon a windy munro look to the clans ghost past history of the glen sleep cast vacant castle the laird keeps clearance of land graze sheep

Born upon earth shores little baby boy thy adore come what may to stay go to school want to play happy child friends away

Space ship in the clouds drifting down sky bound mother earth blue sound open fields prays out loud sleeping giants bright kites

the end of a parting day in the dark farms barks fades of the light fright howling din rats in bin dark clouds in the town