Egal Bohen - Sunday afternoon in Forest Hill

Egal Bohen - Sunday afternoon in Forest Hill

My street is like a favourite book br Thats different every time I look br Today it is a winters day and chill br I sit me in my window sill br Behind br The crackle of the front room fire br A sense of warmth and comfort does inspire br My window looks onto a street br That’s lined with trees br And garden walls br Where dead leaves in the gutters sleep br A yellow snow br That autumn reaped br The street is still br For it is Sunday afternoon br In Forest Hill br Where soft drizzle br Trickles down the window pane br Accelerating fast br Then slow again br The whine of motor car br A missed gear change br Enters in my sleepy brain br Then fades into the distance br Grinding br Like it was in pain br This Sunday afternoon br In Forest Hill br In London br In the rain br Where warm lights br Begin to fill br The drawing rooms br Of terraced houses up the hill br The street a winter picture now br And still br Except that steady drip of dripping rain br Black trees across the road br Reflect late light br That’s drawing back br Awaiting night br To render white br The edges of dark branches br Reaching finger like br Prepared to face cold winter's spite br On Sunday afternoon br In Forest Hill br A Robin sings br December song br Short br Sweet br And then is gone br Into the ivy on the wall br There to pass this night br A feather ball br In Forest Hill br Slow footsteps heard br Along the street br Denote approach br It is a lady old who wears br A smart grey coat br With silver brooch br Walking proud br Erect br Serene br No falter in her step is seen br Her stick tap, tap upon the pave br Her neat grey hair still has a wave br Topped off with small black hat br From church br This lady’s coming back br Alone amongst the yellow leaves br She travels home br To drink warm tea br And sit br With memories br On Sunday afternoon br In Forest Hill br My signal on this winters day br To close the curtains br Turn away br Sit by the fire br Then later on br I shall retire br To bed br And dream br Of spring br In Forest Hillbr br Egal Bohenbr br


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Uploaded: 2014-06-13

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