Baby Grace is the victim. She was fourteen years of age. And the wheels are turning, turning. For the finger points at me All's well. (Eee eee). (But I have not been to Oxford town). All's well
In the silence of the side street. In the whisper of the night. From the darkness of the empty hours. To the early morning light. From the hustle down on main street. With all it's lights so
Troubled weather's on it's way. Tempests threaten us today. There's no respite, from long dark nights. Just the fantasy of spring. From the hailstones of summer. To a scorching winter land. A
This is the story. Oh this is the way. Gospel of reason. When the pain came to stay. The life of a loser,. Eho wins with a smile. The sinners redemption,. In the tears of a child. . Me