Tambourine Day

Lyrics

The building was grey, chipping the paint It was tired and fallen and poor The figure was dim, hand on the seat Would it just get the wheels through the door The island of beech brimming with royalty Desperate for something to say And so there are those taken by bluster They turn on the side of a coin The building was grey, chipping the paint It was tired and fallen and poor The figure was dim, hand on the seat Would it just get the wheels through the door The island of beech brimming with royalty Desperate for something to say And so there are those taken by bluster They turn on the side of a coin