Somewhere near central london I imagine not so far from trafalgar square And the lions There lives an older gentleman Who teas with bbc and britain's ghost His lady companion by his side. Oh yes, I see him now.
And cross the deep blue sea I cannot smell Inside a symphony The pastorale.
So besides the black rats swimming I watch the english evening skies Reflect my heart As I walk behind him, Looking for what's been lost Like looking over all the trees Of hampstead heath Now before us in the twilight. No, I can't bear it now.
And cross the deep blue sea I cannot smell Inside a symphony The pastorale.
A jacket and hat...the only trace... Two gold rings... But never fades.
A jacket and hat...the only trace Two gold rings... But never fades... A face....
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