Orphans Lyrics - Deacon Blue

I now describe my country 

As if to strangers 

This train is full of songs 

Of local winners 

And the wind surrounds the towers 

And the flags they are blowing 

And the bunting and the distance 

Stretches over our sound 

And when he teases the children 

He calls them orphans 

And he cries for all the flowers 

Of the forest 

In his head there is no reason 

To be sad about the garden 

But his heart bleeds very often 

For things forgotten like little orphans