The Bell

There's a wholeness in the half light

Of a new night when the day is done

And her soft skin has a warm glow

And i do know i'm the lucky one

In a small boat on a calm sea

I can only look in awe

At the grey cliffs and the seal pup

As it swims up to the shore

There's an old pond in a tree's shade

And a bed made from a pile of hay

And i lie there, 'til the words come

If they don't come, i lie there anyway

Near the old docks, by the gasworks

Where the monsters pick up sticks

In the old house 'cross the main road

Corgi truck loads lego bricks

These are the things i'll remember

These are the moments i'll treasure

These are the pictures i will paint myself

At the ringing of the bell

There are high hopes in a high chair

Sitting in there is a king to be

And he's smiling his little heart out

As he holds out his little arms to me

And the long walks in the sunshine

And the red wine on my tongue

How the sand runs through my fingers

How it lingers til it's gone

These are the things i'll remember

These are the moments i'll treasure

These are the pictures i will paint myself

At the ringing of the bell