St. Malo

I've been proud of my place, taking the back streets,

Not an easy thing to do, listen to me now

I've been out in a crowd, beating the bounds in and

It's never been easy, bough from the willow tree,

Keeping the birch off me, it's never been easy

Take me walking if you go, round the walls of st. Malo

Knights in houses either side, one a secret one a bride

Tell me stories as we go round the walls of st. Malo

I can hear them whispering as the night bird starts to sing

I've been counting the worms in the woodwork,

Not an easy thing to do, listen to me now

I am humble and know keeping my eyes low but

It's never been easy, bough from the willow tree

Keeping the birch off me, it's never been easy

Take me walking if you go, round the walls of st. Malo

Knights in houses either side, one a secret one a bride

Tell me stories as we go round the walls of st. Malo

I can hear them whispering as the night bird starts to sing

Take me walking, let me go, round the walls of st. Malo

By the window she will stand, broken body in her hand

No more song of sweet sorrow, round the walls of st. Malo

Bind her heart in golden thread, for her nightingale is dead.