Over by Allenby - Claire Martin

On a cold afternoon

Where the wind glides in circles round a discarded tune

Take a ride through the mirror

As the light hits the town

Over some lady’s stand elegant and proud

Do a courtesy, take a bow

Stand in line for inspection as the crowd gathers round

Give a smile as they recall with a glint in their eyes

That old disappointments are memories run dry

The keepers remind us of lives left behind us

Of faraway battles at noon

The mind comes from distance to make an appearance

And long shall we dance off our glooms

But over by Allenby

On a cold afternoon

There’s a feeling reminds me of a friend I once knew

It’s a talk, it’s a heartbeat, it’s a smell, it’s a pain

It’s an old recollection down an old memory lane

Allenby

Allenby

Allenby

Allenby