Boy At The Window

Boy at the window watches them come and go

The passing carnivals, the midnight shows

But autumn's lonely now summer's gone

Winter's sleeping to his evening song

A family photograph on the mantlepiece

Was he once there, or is it all a dream?

His sister Rosie dancing down below

He sees her secrets but never they are told

Where does he go? No one knows!

He never moves from his window

His mother's meeting with his Aunty Mo

Current buns dear, he used to love them so

He tells his stories to noone but the night

He's not surprised when he gets no reply

Starlit beauty of some sweet serenade

He's done this duty now he must be saved

The funeral march is beckoning, calling out his name

It's time for him to go now, isn't that a shame

Well, isn't that a shame

Isn't that a shame

Well, isn't that a shame

Where does he go? No one knows!

Now he's gone from his window