On Our Way

On our way to the fayre
You and I passing through
Fields of gold a wondrous sight to share.
I gotta stone in my shoe
I gotta stop a while and as I look at you
The wind unwinds that ribbon from your hair

On our way to the fayre
On our way to the fayre

On our way to the sea
we are the lucky ones you and me
Summers here and all our days are free
There's that old wishing well
I see the silver flash and glitter
Have you any wishes left to sell

On our way to the sea
On our way to the sea

On our way to the town
All the signs say they're closing down
Covered faces in all the places we go
There's no smiles in the street
Fear and worry
Watch them hurry
All around are frighten little sheep

On our way to the town
On our way to the town



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Tohill
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