Nik Kershaw The Bell
There's a wholeness in the half light
Of a new night when the day is done
And her soft skin has a warm glow
And i do know that i'm the lucky one.
In a small boat on a calm sea
I can only look in awe
At the grey cliffs and the seal pup
As it swims up to the shore.
There's an old pond in a tree shade
And a bed made from a pile of hay
And i lie there till the words come
If they don't come i lie there anyway.
Near the old docks by the gas works
Where the monsters pick up sticks
In the old house cross the main road
Corgie truck loads lego bricks.
These are the things i'll remember
These are the moments i'll treasure
These are the pictures i will paint myself
At the ringing of the bell.
There are high hopes in a high chair
Sitting in there is a king to be
And he's smiling his little heart out
As he holds out his little arms to me
And the long walks in the sunshine
And the red wine on my tongue
Oh how the sand runs through my fingers
How it lingers til it's gone.
