Palmer Street

When my sorrow clouds my mind
Through my memories I’ll find
They pick me up and on my feet
And take me back
To Palmer street
When my soul descends upon
The top and steepest stair
There I’ll sit and watch
My family there
And oh what a time what a time we had
When we were out
Of touch with time
And oh what a day what a difference it makes
To say goodbye
One by one or one by four
Each we meet and fill the floor
And as I look to grandad’s chair
At last we meet
When I see him there
And oh what a time what a time we had
When we were out
Of touch with time
And oh what a day what a difference it makes
To say goodbye
Tastes and tales of India told
Of a childhood pot of gold
The light you shone now shines through me
As the hang man waits
For Palmer street
And oh what a time what a time we had
When we were out
Of touch with time
And oh what a day what a difference it makes
To say goodbye
Now my ego has been blind
To the simple fact that I’m
Walking hand in hand with time
At least we’ll meet one day
On Palmer street