I heard you on the wireless back in fifty-two. Lying awake intent on tuning in on you. If I was young it didn't stop you coming through. Oh-a, oh. . They took your credit for your second symphony.
I heard you on the wireless back in fifty-two. Lying awake intent on tuning in on you. If I was young it didn't stop you coming through. Oh-a, oh. . They took your credit for your second symphony.
In the dead of the night. On the wings of the wind. I hear the ocean bell. With a flash of the light. In the beat of the dark. The sound I know so well.
I heard you on my wireless back in '52. Lying awake intent at tuning in on you. If I was young it didn't stop you coming through. Oh-a oh. . They took the credit for your second symphony.
All the fools who await your return. May we tell them the truth. There's no way you can turn back the clock. Never cling to your youth. . How unfortunate it must have been.
Though today you might be riding. The engines of progress. Working in the major factories. Call me if you ever feel like letting go. . I still remember the days of.
Pogo Johnny kick me in the head,. Aimin' for the floorboards but they pick me up instead. Through the ringing of the night before. Said, 'The engines running, gotta pay a call.'.