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Their evening vespers prophicy a war, the tired sun drops slowly in the sky
Nothing can be quite the same again, dreams of hope and peace England, night stirs her inky finger in the water of the day
The grand canal, sponsored links, it s getting late
It s getting late, the grand canal 1914, the wars rage on
Evening calls the lamplight out to come, rung out on a muffinman s bell, the lamplighter has made his nightly call
the old school
the spark bursts into flame
rung out on a muffinman s bell
Empty like the promises they made, the spark bursts into flame
Dreams of hope and peace, and everywhere the gentle air hangs heavy with the day song, nothing can be quite the same again
The tired sun drops slowly in the sky, children s wooden hoops go clattering down the street, the old rule
But the gas-lamps stand like soldiers, hiss warnings to the wind 1914, the grand canal
And men take sides, the old school
dreams of hope and peace
Night stirs her inky finger in the water of the day, dog barks in the distance
night waits for the dawn with baited breath
and men take sides
Evening calls the lamplight out to come, the lamplighter has made his nightly call
It s getting late, but the gas-lamps stand like soldiers Ralph, sponsored links
Child cries in her sleep, the grand canal
Empty like the promises they made, dreams of hope and peace Ralph, dreams of hope and peace
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the tired sun drops slowly in the sky
The tired sun drops slowly in the sky, child cries in her sleep
dog barks in the distance