Fairlawn - Arthur Beatrice

Treading the same

Boards where I lay

In only two years

Such a long time to take

Grows cold in our wake

We are all from these folds on our way

Home from one to the kitchen floor

The glow has gone and the window’s closed

Go behold, we once lived here

These yellow walls are all but bare

Every breath that I’ve been through

Every breath that I’ve seen

Are forgotten for talking

All the words that I mean

Home from one to the kitchen floor

The glow has gone and the window’s closed

Go behold, we once lived here

These yellow walls are all but bare

Grows cold in our wake

We are all old for our age

Moving strong with the wave

We are all from these folds on our way

Home from one to the kitchen floor

The glow has gone and the window’s closed

Go behold, we once lived here

These yellow walls are all but bare