Music by elton john Lyrics by bernie taupin Never released
The grass in ashfield park is dying Where everybody dreams of deeds of crime And the tartan coloured lady walks Behind the water colours of my mind And the tartan coloured lady she is mine
People speak of willow trees in autumn And my _____ doesn't fit her anymore And the tartan coloured lady that I wanted Talked of this place an hour or so before And the tartan coloured lady lost her _____
So if your crystal window isn't broken And they've taken all the dust bins from your door Take yourself the tartan coloured lady And smell the grass in ashfield park once more See the trees in ashfield park once more
So I guess I'll read the comic books you've left me And play marbles on the floor And if the tartan coloured lady calls me Just tell her I won't be home till four Or just tell her I won't be home no more
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