Village Streets
[Verse 1]
Four o’clock, she pours the tea,
pinkie crooked politely,
“Lovely day,” through quiet teeth,
rain taps slow on village street.
[Verse 2]
But when the lamps go out at dawn
she’s barefoot on the wet grass lawn,
chasing ghosts of old guitar
from summers lost in ’67’s haze.
[Chorus]
Oh lovely rain, fall soft and clean,
cup in hand, a half-smile grin,
British calm in misty green—
proper shell, wild soul within.
[Bridge – folk repetition]
Down the village street, Cotswold stone,
down the village street, Yorkshire lone,
down the village street, Highland pine,
rain keeps whispering through the vines.
[Verse 3]
Pearls and smile at the village fair,
curtsy neat, all manners there,
then slips out back through the old gate
to dance where no one sees the flame.
[Chorus]
Oh lovely rain, fall soft and clean,
cup in hand, a half-smile grin,
British calm in misty green—
proper shell, wild soul within.
[Bridge – folk repetition]
Down the village street, Devon lane,
down the village street, Edinburgh rain,
down the village street, wild moor call,
sixty-nine summers echo through it all.
[Verse 4]
She loves you still in tweed and storm,
your clouded skies, your quiet form,
by daylight tame, by moonlight free—
your daughter dancing secretly.