| Lyrics: | Come take a look with me in an old fashioned picture book.
Patience, the girl we see on the
sand with the squint and 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 ottled sand tomorrow,
from thnbe 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 |
