Tell me your story young chestnut brown,
I've never seen your face, you must be new in town,
What do these darkened ridges on your hands mean?
Normally i cant keep a conversation but you seem so keen.
...
Pastel skin, orange hair,
I longed to see you there,
in the springtime,
by the river, by the trees,
...
The news comes flashing on,
A nations shame,
we're in downfall they say,
and we know who to blame,
...
An Ebony sky flashes white,
We're deep in the trenches tonight,
shoulder to shoulder in the biter cold,
we don't know what we're fighting for,
...
Yorkshire, them.)
Stranger.
Tell me your story young chestnut brown,
I've never seen your face, you must be new in town,
What do these darkened ridges on your hands mean?
Normally i cant keep a conversation but you seem so keen.
Explain to me the honeyed tone in your voice,
I understand this absent minded beauty isn't of choice.
Does your stomach feel a-flutter,
alike a fly of butter,
Well I must bid you good day, its a shame this must end,
maybe this time tomorrow i can call you 'friend'?
Walk your path down the evergreen,
most interesting soul i ever have seen,
maybe when you pass a another time, you,
Your journey away will accommodate for two?