MAGIC SHIP- TINY BIRD W.R.N.S> JEN

Jenny Wren, oh Jenny Wren, the world is at war again. Sing your songs before the men. The soldiers cry come back again. Jenny Wren, oh Jenny Wren, fly back on the stage again. Sing your songs without an end, don't you go fly away again. (Paul McCartney did an adaptation of it in song. Dr Andy Croft published in his Internet NOTICEBOARD page in the 1990s. He was with the Evening Gazette. I am referred to as Paul's Victorian pier pal in a McCartney biography)

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 293 (C)

WE COME AND GO
MORE TIMES THAN SOME
When down on the beach
looking out to sea
perhaps, girl, you will
one day remember me.

The message that I have
I'll not bottle inside.
I won't take it with me
across the ocean wide.

I'll not take it with me
on the retiring tide.
We barely got to speak,
thus my message denied.

The message was mine
before you were born.
Life's a peaceful calm
before a raging storm.

As the tide comes in
and surely then goes out,
opposites are what life
tends to be about.

You're looking for answers
to just what you're about.
It's a coming-and-going.
My message is now out.

SEASONAL SWITCH
She's been born before.
Of this find she is sure.
She is a Thai Buddhist.
Many changes of the soul,
plays she another role.
She is a reincarnationist.
Who's to say it's not true.
See the springtime renew.

BRIGHTLY-LIT LANTERN LADY
She called me Magic Fingers.
They held a healing heat.
I'd give the girl a massage
before we would retreat...

retreat to the bedroom
out there in old Siam.
We are no more together.
It wasn't a long-term plan.

She called me Magic Fingers.
Lady Dem was a delight.
I'll call her Thai Lantern.
Always she'll shine bright.

THE COLOURFUL CELEBRITY CIRCUS
When Salvador Dali came to town
Hollywood colours were his surround.
He stood there centre of the ring.
He didn't have to paint a thing.
The music collective gathered round too.
But the artist Salvador felt so blue.
Well he was a long long way from home,
and not content with his old grey tone ?

THE GYPSY VERSE-POET GAVE
THE GIRL JUST A LINE OR TWO
She knew that he knew
what she was about.
She knew that he knew
her, in and out.

How did he know ?
Hadn't they just met ?
Yes, it was so.
"But dear girl let

me tell you that
in art and poetry
some have second-sight
if only occasionally...

Some have second-sight
if only occasionally.
How'd understand you
who don't so see ?"