Donovan In An Old Fashioned Picture Book
Come take a look with me in an old fashioned picture
book
Patience, the girl we see on the sand with the squint
and the parasol low
Sweethearts are sewn 'tween the cloth of her cuff
A shell in her little tight hand
Soon she'll be going away with her bottle of sand
tomorrow
From the shores of yesterday.
Come see her move and be in our old fashioned backward
look
Just like an old movie, talking and real like when it
was took
Bats, balls and Tomboys, cheeky and gruff
Faint sounds of a distant brass band
Who rides the donkey today?
Will our visions of tomorrow mingle with those of
yesterday?
Come, close your eyes and hear melodies from an old
music box
Tinkling as tandems and tears, go tumbling like tresses
and small perfumed locks
Sweet dreams were sewn 'tween the years of her life
A tear in her little kerchief waving and fading away
With her bottled sand tomorrow from the shores of
yesterday
Will her visions of tomorrow mingle with those of
yesterday?
Come take a look with me in an old fashioned picture
book.
