Timothy

Lyrics
There's truth in the rumour that Timothy's gone to the seaside The truth may be rough, but who cared, it would turn out a joyride It's fun watching how he learns And the birds salute understands Timothy, sees me The sea may be cold, but the sun won't just be in September There's no looking back though there's nothing he'd like to remember Dead branch on a paper tree It reaches out endlessly Timothy, sees me Timothy's taking a rest from his desk for a little while longer now There's no explaining the smile that he wears, though his faces is stronger now La lah, la lah, la lah, la lah Confirming the rumour that Timothy's gone to the seaside The truth wasn't rough and he's taking his book for a joyride It's fun watching how he learns And the birds salute understands Timothy, sees me Timothy's taking a rest from his desk for a little while longer now There's no explaining the smile that he wears, though his faces is stronger now La lah, la lah, la lah, la lah Laah
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Credits
- Writers
- Alan Gorrie
- Graham Maitland