The weather today could be like Spain So bloody hot All we wanted was a orange ice lolly To quench our thirst I couldn’t find one

I was so tired I couldn’t walk any further My legs are so heavy They can no longer carry me My eyes are nearly closed

I wanted a car I wanted character and charm I wanted something old Something that would last a long time I wanted it to be quirky

Hebden Bridge I love this place In the 60’s hippies lived there Today continues to be beautiful landscapes Forward thinking

Those pesky kids made their great escape Those cheeky kids ran away They raided the penny sweets jar It’s alright they paid

It has taken thousands of years Many trillions of waves So many trillions grains of sand I could never count them

The wind spinners spun in the breeze With such force and with grace The pretty shapes as in a race They spin and spun Stop and start

The tailor Once met never forgotten He has style Flamboyant and wild A man of excellent taste k

On those dark cold nights When the long summer days seem far away I want to paint the sky light blue Paint white cotton clouds

I really don’t like football I really don’t Tonight was a different story though The supermarket Hardly anyone there Take my time

We had a day out We had an adventure We had a Groundhog Day Got lost around Lincoln’s diversions

I wanted to see through the glass I wanted to see through the stains I wanted to see the restorers names I wanted to see the signatures

I wanted to walk above the clouds Feel the fresh air My feet walking on air I felt the burning heat beneath I saw the red flames

She slept The snow her covers She doesn’t move The cool breeze The blue sky

I knew you was thirsty I found you this glass

Welcome to the wonder zone The world of wanderlust Sprinklings of fairy dust Where fantasy is the reality A visit really is a must

I wanted a different view I wanted something different I wanted to change I don’t ever want to get stuck in my ways It is so hard

She was a total Bitch She is an absolute Bitch I don’t know who she thinks she is? Does she think she is Cruella De Vil?

I walk through the tunnel The tunnel of leaves The tunnel of flowers Gemstones of scent Aroma of sweet bouquet

Her tears streamed down her face Her soft pale red pink skin She was so upset Her face in rivers of tears Her pale red pink skin