Post War 歌词

Post War (Brown/Bruce) Nothing was good or bad enough They never had enough in store When the feast was on the lawn The birds had picked it clean And gone away We used to walk the nights of mystery Once we would swim the length of the sea No one was weak or strong enough They never had the men to do the job When the snow was in the fields We kept our front eyes peeled For oranges We used to swim the days of mystery Once we would walk the length of the sea They took the people home in baskets Gave all the pieces to the country They told them long stories Made the children postmen In among the chimneys Nowhere was young or gay enough They had sold out too many golden souls When the sun was in the trees The woodmen came to take Their frozen fees We used to walk the fields of mystery Once we would swim the length of the sea They drove the broken home in cages Gave all the green paint to the railways They told them long stories Made their children weddings In among the chimneys . . .