The Flycatcher Lyrics - Harper Roy

As I walked over North Botley copse 

I saw a fine lady ghost across the tops 

With a ring on her finger and the wings on her toes 

She can have music wherever she goes 

Those were the days in the cradle of our love 

Those are the days I dream of sweetly 

Those were the days and I thank the stars above 

The flycatcher, the cherry tree, the chestnut coal fire sea 

As the last hope of sunshine embers on the hill 

At the end of all the rainbows where the timeless legends dwell 

A ghostly coach and four love, storms the midnight rain 

As silently aurora almightly refrains 

Those were the days in the cradle of our love 

Those are the days I dream of sweetly 

Those were the days and I thank the stars above 

The flycatcher, the cherry tree, the chestnut coal fire sea