Big Big Train

She likes to walk down the lanes to the fields. In the woods, she finds a stream, the water feels cold in the cup of her hands. Down among the trees she spies butterflies against the leaves. With one brush of her hand they are captured and taken. Fro

In a place where the river banks draw near Men work a heading to the west. Where streams like giants' fingers close From the hills to the emptiness beneath, To the depths of the mere. Morning light, midwinter sun Underneath; the river song. In a plac

Shaped for speed strong on the wing the sketches and designs were made, frames were laid by hand-picked men. Working every hour they had to build the fire to make the engine; looking to the road ahead blows are struck to forge the steel so she can fl

Uncle Jack knows A song of the hedgerows The tilt of the earth Makes the sun high In the bright summer sky Intensity of light The earth turns around the sun Spinning around the sun Uncle Jack knows A song of the hedgerows Yes he does Uncle Jackdaw Yo

She made a starshape On the ground Drew me up with marmite fingers. She was the most English of girls Hair hung straight to pretty curls. Ducking for froth with the end of her nose. Harry Nillson poured out on a cartridge. It starts to rain. All our