The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?
Now I was young and easy
The ploughman, slowly home
The sea is calm tonight
Stop all the clocks, cut of the telephone
Who can remember Arram?
and miles to go before I sleep
Everyone suddenly burst out singing
When you are old and grey and watching reality TV
Oggle-goggle
Once I stole a bloke's Honda
There is some corner, let me sit there quiet
Firewood, iron, and cheap tin trays
Bloop
Now I am an old man, disgusting in Lycra
And seeing how I am not quite appreciated
Butting through the channel
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