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Ralph McTell

England 1914

 

England 1914

(album: Spiral Staircase - 1969)


Night stirs her inky finger
In the water of the day
The tired sun drops slowly in the sky

And everywhere the gentle air
Hangs heavy with the day song
Evening calls the lamplight out to come

Children's wooden hoops
Go clattering down the street
Soon they're called inside, it's getting late

The grand canal
Now splashed with red
Reflects on swallows wings
The lamplighter knows the song
The evening sings

But the gas-lamps stand like soldiers
Hiss warnings to the wind
Their evening vespers prophecy a war

The world divides
And men take sides
The spark bursts into flame
Nothing can be quite the same again

Dog barks in the distance
Child cries in her sleep
Night waits for the dawn with baited breath

The old school, the old rule
Rung out on a muffinman's bell
The lamplighter has made his nightly call

Dreams of hope and peace
Sent clattering down the streets
Empty like the promises they made

The wars rage on, and different wrongs
Will someone please explain
That peace is not the lamplighter
'Cause he's not coming back again

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