The Church Bell

As a child my land
Was made of gold and silver
Everything I passed
Was bathed in light so tender

To wander with weary eyes
Is the thief of time
Everything I find
Is yesterday's wine
All but my love
With her the church bell chimes

The playground colour fades
And innocence is washed away
That train pulled on a string
Is what you dread pulling in
Speeding you away
Out of the painting and into grey
Oh what a shame

To wander with weary eyes
Is the thief of time
Everything I find
Is yesterday's wine
All but my love
With her the church bell chimes
And time stands still
For a while

Well
To wander with weary eyes
Is the thief of time
Everything I find
Is yesterday's wine
All but my love
With her the church bell chimes
And time stands still
For a while



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Smith
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