MIND THE GAP lyrics

Up Charing Cross and around Leicester Square
Through Piccadilly and back
Into the subway to see who is there
Don't fall asleep on the track
Waltz of the homeless takes place when we choose
Often you'll find us at night
Under the stars when they've cleared all the bars
You can join for the price of a light

Nobody shouts, but watch out - it's the underground
Don't think to ask how we've fallen through the gap
Dodging the soup run's no fun we're lost, never found
Look for our stop, but we're missing from the map

Watch the commuters rush for the last train
There's one who's left it too late
Torn his umbrella and caught in the rain
Poor fella's broken his date
Down in the alleys time doesn't exist
Either you're there or you're not
Hear two church bells and the street music spells that
The waltz has become a gavotte

Nobody shout, just watch out - it's the underground
Don't think to ask why we've fallen through the gap
Dodging the soup run's no fun, we're lost, never found
Look for our stop but we're missing from the map

Past Nelson's Column to check all the bins
Down the Embankment then West
Splash in the Thames as the music begins
Watch out for that cold on your chest
Waltz of the homeless may happen. Who knows
Could be tonight it will rain
A rustling of feet as we shuffle the beat
Then it's time to start waltzing again

Nobody shouts, but watch out - it's the underground
Don't think to ask how we've fallen through the gap
Dodging the soup run's no fun, we're lost, never found
This is our stop.

Mind The Gap

No One Owns The Rainbow lyrics

There's beauty in the earth
If we take the time to care
It's full of wisdom, food and  wonder
With enough for all to share
And if we plant the seeds of peace
If we help each other grow
We’ll gain a longer lease
On life as a quid pro quo

For the world in which we're born
Is a gift and not a prize
And we'll treasure each new dawn
Fight injustices and lies
But if we choke our neighbours' child
With the rubbish of our greed
Their stunted lives will haunt us
And our riches will turn to weeds

Open  your wings
Fly with me high above the forest green
Pure air sweet and tribes unseen
Forgotten long ago
Come spread your wings and soar with me
High above the waterfall
Zebras drink and green frogs call
Earth's wisdom reclaims her own

They tried patenting our genes
They can lay claim to the sea
They can sell us back the water
That the clouds provide for free
They can trade mark native herbs
Make sure you meet your dolphins tinned
But no-one owns the rainbow
And they can't copyright the wind

Open your wings
Fly with me high above the forest green
Pure air sweet and tribes unseen
Forgotten long ago
Come spread your wings and soar with me
High above the waterfall
Zebras drink and green frogs call
Earth's wisdom reclaims her own

When they auctioned off our land
Among the raiders and the sharks
Building palaces so grand
Private forests, lakes and parks
They forgot to pin their warning
To the gateway of the morning
And no matter how they try
They can't privatise the sunrise

Open your wings
Fly with me high above the forest green
Pure air sweet and tribes unseen
Forgotten long ago
Come spread your wings and soar with me
High above the waterfall
Zebras drink and green frogs call
Earth's wisdom reclaims her own

repeat chorus

There's a beauty in the Earth
If we only take time to care.


No One Owns The Rainbow

Hope (Little Yellow Bird)

Little yellow bird singing in the pine tree.
Brightest song you've heard... bluster, rain or shine.
She sings to dreaming skies. Nothing seems to phase her...
Heedlessly below, strangers come and go...

Little yellow bird, singing songs to freedom.
Doesn't have the words... doesn't seem to need them.
Sing on little bird, though the world gets scary...
You can make it heard... sing it in canary.

In this mad hap-hazard race in which we live and die...
When I hear your song it makes me want to try...
To keep the music in my soul, a gift of hope from you.
On the darkest day, reminding me, the sun will break through!
Yellow dreaming moon shining in the sky,
Don't go in too soon, lighting up the night.
Moon, pick up the tune, sing it to the world
and keep shining...

Little yellow bird singing so politely.
Is it so absurd? Moon keep shining brightly.
Sing to dreaming skies as strangers come and go.
Who can tell her why they hate each other so?

Little yellow bird, singing songs to freedom. 
Doesn't have the words. Doesn't seem to need them.
Sing on little bird, though folks seem uncaring.
You can make it heard, all the hope you're sharing.

Though we're tearing holes in space and learning how to lie,
When I hear your song, it makes me want to try...
To keep the beauty in my soul, a gift of hope from you.
On the darkest day, reminding me, the sun will break through.

Sing on little bird. Singing songs to freedom. 
Doesn't have the words. Doesn't seem to need them.
We can make it heard. Sing out for the world.
It's a love song, it's a song of love.


Hope - Little Yellow Bird

(in tribute to Edward Lear)

On the coast of Coromandel
By the impecunious shores
Meet a monkey planting a shoe tree
To help him keep the dirt from his paws
Here's a duckling with an umbrella
She wears  it upside down in the rain
So when it's puddled up the water
She can swim back home again
There's a sea lion feeding dishes
To a row of hungry fishes

On the coast of Coromandel. The coast of Coromandel 
The simply glorious, swish luxurious coast of Coromandel
Where the Bong-tree grows

On the coast of Coromandel
Near the place where the twain always meet
We've a zebra crossing his fingers
So he needn't trouble his feet
There’s a crack platoon of penguins
Shooting pink ice cream at the sun
If it melts that tells the puffins
Global warming has begun
Here’s a piggy with a whistle
It cost him one shilling and a thistle
On the coast of Coromandel

Piggy Solo  Instrumental

On the simply glorious, swish luxurious coast of Coromandel
Where the Bong-tree grows 

In a corner right on the sea front
Live six turtle doves and a goat
In designer nests with eggshell glass
Patrolled by panda boat
For they like to keep out the riff raff
"A little privacy is so nice"
When the tide is high they're flooded out
But in-shor-ance pays the price
"And we like to look at the view so
Of the coast of Coromandel"

On the coast of Coromandel, The coast of Coromandel
On the simply glorious, swish luxurious coast of Coromandel
Where the Bong-tree grows
On the simply glorious, swish luxurious coast of Coromandel
Where the Bong-tree grows

On The Coast Of Coromandel

THE MAGIC OF LOVE lyrics

Can't buy you cocktails in some posh boutique bar
Can't wine and dine you at Le Gavroche 
All I can offer you is a flight to the stars
I bring you the magic of love

Can’t take you cruising 'cause my yacht’s in a jar
We’ll write the film though Cannes’ a cannot 
‘But if you need me I’ll be right where you are
I'll bring you the magic of love
Imagine the magic of love.

So much more to life than dressin' up to the nines...
Babe, that's not the hero you desire...
I can bring you moonlight and a castle in Spain...
If you'll dance with me we'll set the world aflame...
Together!

Can't buy you sapphires 'cause this diamond's too rough
got diddly-squat but we’ve just got enough. 
All I can offer is the key to your dreams.
I bring you the magic of love.

So much more to life than dressin' up to the nines...
Babe, that's not the hero you desire...
I can bring you moonlight and a castle in Spain...
If you'll dance with me we'll set the world aflame...
Together!

Can't buy you sapphires 'cause this diamond's too rough
got diddly-squat but we’ve just got enough. 
All I can offer is the key to your dreams.
I bring you the magic of laughter...
I bring you the magic of love...
Let's make the magic of love!


THE MAGIC OF LOVE

Till The Fire Grows Cold lyrics

Once we lived free, how it should be
Secrets to share. Follow me there
Trade your stuck house come ride with the gypsies
You shall have Romany gold.
The ship's on the sea, the horse in the meadow
The rainwater never looks back as it flees
Dance at my grave and bury me standing
I've lived all my life on my knees

Where the sun leads the shadows will follow
The eye of the needle draws the thread
Where am I from? Try asking the forest
The river will carry the song
Gypsy from whence have you come?
Sighing in the breeze

Who would walk straight when the road keeps winding
The rabbit with only one hole soon gets caught
Too easy to milk a cow that stays standing
Gypsies could never be bought

Where the sun leads the shadows will follow
The eye of the needle draws the thread
Light me a fire from deep in the forest
The river will carry the song
Gypsy from whence have you come?
Sighing on the breeze
The horses will know what it means
Singing in the trees...
Till the fire grows cold.

The ship's on the sea, the horse in the meadow
The rainwater never looks back as it flees
Dance at my grave and bury me standing
Never to die on my knees  
You shall have Romany gold
'til the fire grows cold
You shall have Romany gold
'til the fire grows cold


TILL THE FIRE GROWS COLD

TWILIGHT RISING lyrics

Twilight rising from the far horizon
 Dusk falls, the gulls call
 Their youngsters home to the nest
 As fleetingly in the west
 Departs the closing enigma of day

 Twilight rising, cobalt shadows lengthen
 The sun clothed in her night robes
 Of sapphire, turquoise and pink
 Salutesin splendour then sinks
 In silent slumber escorted away

 Twilight beckons the skies into black satin
 Night dawns, the moon yawns
 And sprinkles silvery beams
 So nothing is quite what it seems
 But all is specialized in starlit array

 Night grows cold as the stars close their curtains
 Skies haze as the moons rays
 Flit gently off to the west
 The world in darkness now  rests
 And waits as blackbirds wake and hesitate
 Then take a breath and celebrate
 In chorus the dawn of the day
 The world once more now reassured
 That morning is on the way.
The world once more now reassured
 That morning is on the way.


Twilight Rising demo

How many days have I woken here?
How many nights do I doze off and on?
If I wake, whether I sleep  
I can never quite be sure
All that I know is... I do it alone

How many hours does one person need?
How many folk fill a whole universe?
If I go whether I stay
Should there be anything more?
I only  know this  me. I, alone

Are you really telling me?... it's all I know
Nothing left to say, is there? Yes 
It's...  No, don't say it... I didn't say it
I didn't say it...

How many nights have I woken here?
How many days do I doze off and on?
If I sleep whether I wake I can never quite be sure
All that I know is... I do it alone

Are you really telling me?... it's all I know
Nothing left to say, is there? Yes 
It's...  No, don't say it... I didn't say it
I didn't say it...

How many nights have I woken here?
How many days do I doze off and on?
If I sleep whether I wake I can never quite be sure
All that I know is... I do it alone
I do it alone.


Sleeping Alone demo

A tribute to  Robert Doisneau [French Photographer,1912-1994]

Come let me show you Paris in photos
So many  friends to meet
Catch in stray faces
People and places
Fleeting theatre of the street
Let's greet

Mad artists their raincoats painting blue townscapes in the rain
A busker shields his cello - under the bridge he'll play again
Freeze frame.Thanks friends

Water flooding in the gutters
See it through the child who utters
Cries of wonder as he hears it thunder.
It's such fun to splash in his imagination

Paris awaking. Freedom fresh, shaking
Post war dust from our feet
Paris awaking. Liberties taking
Fleeting theatre of the street

Life new - frenetic, moments kinetic
Taking a sidelong glance
Sights unexpected. Strangely connected 
Miracles captured by chance.

Come we'll go fishing, catch couples wishing
Soft kisses bitter sweet
Moments of yearning. Pause the clock turning 
Our fleet theatre of the street
Let's greet

Picasso with no fingers? See -  he has penny loaves instead
Pablo how you tease us...
(Picasso:)  Me?  No I often paint with bread.
Cheese spread?
(Doisneau:)   Egg head

Children run with dirty faces
Innocent at twenty paces 
Fluttering like muddy butterflies
surprising fun to capture their imagination

Paris awaking. Freedom fresh, shaking
Post war dust from our feet
Paris awaking. Liberties taking
Fleeting theatre of the street

Life new - frentic, moments kinetic
Swiftly they fly from reach
Sights unexpected. Oddly connected  
Under the cobbles the beach

Life new - frentic, moments kinetic
There's so much photos can teach
Sights unexpected. Oddly connected  
Under the cobbles the beach
Under the cobbles the beach

Come let me show you Paris in photos
So many  friends to meet
Catch in stray faces
People and places
Fleeting theatre of the street
Let's greet...


Under The Cobbles The Beach demo

Lyricist, Nicol Walsh and Composer, Jim Farley have been writing music together since 2007. A mixture of pop, musical theater, easy listening and light hearted. Nicol lives in the United Kingdom, Jim lives in Ohio in the United States. Their music spans the ocean...

WALSH & FARLEY