I’m walking through this famous park,
There is no sound or din.
I’m walking through this famous park,
The beauty takes me in.
It’s morning and it’s cold,
The day’s not very old.
I’m walking through this famous park,
The day I shall unfold.
It is mid afternoon,
Kids and mothers here soon.
Children play on slides and swing,
Parents sit and do they’re thing.
I’m walking through this famous park,
The day’s grown on, it’s getting dark.
The lake is now glistening,
The birds no longer twittering.
Twittering no longer, they’ve gone to bed.
There is no song, they rest they’re head.
They are asleep now in they’re nest,
The night grows on, you know the rest.
Birds in a tree, over a lake.
Awaiting the morn’, when they will wake.
But that’s tomorrow it’s night time now,
Everyone’s sleeping so soft and sound.
And like the birds I get tired too,
I open the door and take off my shoes.
I’ll go to bed with the birds in my mind.
The ones in the park that I left behind.
I’ve walked through this famous park,
I had to come home, it’s now too dark.
I had to come home and go to bed,
And leave the park of Birkenhead.
That Boy
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