Description
Song I composed while walking through the empty streets of the City of London on the way to Church. (The streets were empty on Sundays in those days!)
I heard a happy song on a lonely city street; but it was a song of the past.
It was a song from the days when the street was a meadow path;
it was a song when the flowers on the window boxes had grass for company.
It was a song when the Cathedral could be seen above the rooftops.
I heard a happy song on a lonely city street; but it was a song from the future:
song from the days when the street will dance with children
It was a song when the flowers in the window boxes will learn to sing.
It was a song when the rooftops won’t be seen above the clouds.
I heard a happy song on a lonely city street;
and it is a song of now
But it is a song I will sing from the rooftops to entrance the clouds.