There was a time when you were so young and walked in their way.. They made you feel they loved you all-seeing they say.. You're going wrong if their game you don't play.
In the dark of the city backwoods. Something stirs then slips away. Law and order in darkest Knights bridge. Crime and punishment at play. . Hey Mr. Policeman won't you come on over.
Spine-tingling railway sleepers ---. Sleepy houses lying four-square and firm. Orange beams divide the darkness. Rumbling fit to turn the waking worm..
Bright city woman. Walking down Leicester Square everyday.. Gonna get a piece of my mind.. You think you're not a piece of my kind.. Ev'rywhere the people looking..
Through long December nights. We talk in words of rain or snow. While you through chattering teeth. Reply and curse as you go. . Why not spare a thought this day.
Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains. Remind me of Jack-A-Lynn. Lush hotels and pretty girls. Won't cheer the misty mood I'm in. . Silly, sad, I've never had to write this before.
Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green?. With his long tail hanging down.. He quietly sits under every tree ---. in the folds of his velvet gown.. He drinks from the empty acorn cup.