HOME TOWN/DARK STREETS
The lazy grey of early morning streets
Before the litter rises to the wind
The cinema lies low in restless sleep
Another day begins
A purple curtain draws across the day
The Quay’s awash with rain and orange light
The merry makers make their merry way
And river darkly waits for time and tide.
Winter’s silver touch is on the ground
The Applemarket’s timid on the frost
Snow makes its white promise in the clouds
The traders count the cost
Spring is like a flutter on the breeze
Children spill out on the summer green
Autumn pours its gold across the leaves
And winter darkly waits for Halloween.
These streets have given me my memories
Time and time again they take me home
Here is the beginning and the end of me
This is my history and all that I can be.
Powder pinks dissolve to baby blues
Primary colours flood the early years
Make-believe pretends that it’s the truth
To help you through your fears
Airmount gave the road that takes you home
And friends to help you win or loose the game
All for one but one must fall alone
To rise again and carry on your name.
These streets have given me my memories
Time and time again they take me home
Here is the beginning and the end of me
This is my history and all that I can be.
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