Didn't I come to bring you
a sense of wonder
Didn't I come to lift your
fiery vision bright
Didn't I come to bring you
a sense of wonder in the flame.
On and on and on and on we
kept singing our song
Over Newtonards and Comber,
Gransha and the
Ballystockart Road.
With Boffyflow and Spike
I said I could describe the
leaves for Samuel and Felicity
Rich, red browney, half burnt
orange and green.
Didn't I come to bring you
a sense of wonder
Didn't I come to lift your
fiery vision bright
Didn't I come to bring you
a sense of wonder in the flame.
It's easy to describe the leaves
in the Autumn
And it's oh so easy in the
Spring
But down through January and
February it's a very different thing.
On and on and on, through the
winter of our discontent.
When the wind blows up the
collar and the ears are frostbitten too
I said I could describe the
leaves for Samuel and what it means to you and me
You may call my love Sophia,
but I call my love Philosophy.
Didn't I come to bring you
a sense of wonder
Didn't I come to lift your
fiery vision
Didn't I come to bring you
a sense of wonder in the flame.
Wee Alfie at the
Castle Picture House on the
Castlereagh Road.
Whistling on the corner next
door where
he kept Johnny Mack Brown's
horse.
O Solo Mio by McGimsey
and the man who played the
saw
outside the city hall.
Pastie suppers down at Davey's
chipper
Gravy rings, barmbracks
Wagon wheels, snowballs.
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