I slowly open the window
And the air breezes in
A world I love to know
Now starts to begin
On the street I see the people
What stories they can tell
In the distance rises the steeple
Where the choir sings so well
To the left I see the paper shop
Mr Johnson has kept it ticking over
He sells anything from eggs to a mop
Just him and his dog named Rover
And to the right is the book store
Where literature springs to view
The day you open the door
Is the day you learn something new
Finally across the street from me
Is the pub named 'The Old Bell'
You should see the sights that I see
And the stories I too could tell
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
I slowly open the window
And the air breezes in
A world I love to know
Now starts to begin
On the street I see the people
What stories they can tell
In the distance rises the steeple
Where the choir sings so well
To the left I see the paper shop
Mr Johnson has kept it ticking over
He sells anything from eggs to a mop
Just him and his dog named Rover
And to the right is the book store
Where literature springs to view
The day you open the door
Is the day you learn something new
Finally across the street from me
Is the pub named 'The Old Bell'
You should see the sights that I see
And the stories I too could tell