The old man sits, stares in to space as cars rush by
The wind picks up a ticket from the cinema
That's been closed down ever since the fire
It blows along dirty streets full of empty shops and to-let signs
But he remembers when there really were much darker times
Come dance they said
Come dance he did
When the dancing was done
And wars were won
He thinks about the places where his old friends lie
And his eyes fall down to his dirty boots
Then up to where the swallows fly
Who are ye in rags and rotten shoes
You dirty, bearded, blocking up the way
Were you once a pilgrim in your youth
Were you one who dared to be so brave
The old men sit, stare into space as time flys by
And their eye's fall down to their dirty boots
Then up to where the swallows fly
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Sometimes you listen to someone's music and it stands out for all the right reasons. Clever lyrics, great vocals and fine musicianship make Steve's music stand out. Paddy Crunden
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