(To be performed in a North Country accent) Coloured glass, coloured glass, Saw it in Silver's when I was a lass. Bowls of yellow and bowls of blue, Bowls of green and every hue,
A few months ago I picked up a record to play, Nana Mouskouri Sings White Rose of Athens in German, and remembered how I had bought it exactly 40 years earlier, on holiday ...
This is based on a photograph I took many years ago, when I lived in London. You'll have to imagine the picture for yourselves! I believe the colonnade is no longer open to the public.
In the hot rooms folks are sleeping, sleeping. I grasp my book, pour a glass of red wine. Down creaking stairs I go creeping, creeping To the front room, the lounge not mine.