David Essex - Myfanwy lyrics
[David Essex - Myfanwy lyrics]
Kind oer the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy
White oer the playpen the sheen of her dress
Fresh from the bathroom and
Soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress
Were you a prefect and head of your dormitry?
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym?
Who was your favourite? Who had
A crush on you?
Which were the baths where they
Taught you to swim?
Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge
Home and Colonial, Star, International
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge
Trace me your wheel tracks
You fortunate bicycle
Back to the house on the fringe of the park
Golden the light on the locks of Myfanwy
Golden the light on the book on her knee
Finger marked pages of Rackhams Hans Anderson
Time for the children to come down to tea
Oh! Fullers angel-cake, Robertsons marmalade
Liberty lampshade, come shine on us all
My! what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy
Some in the alcove and some in the hall
Then what sardines in half-lighted passages!
Locking of fingers in long hide-and-seek
You will protect me, my silken Myfanwy
Ring leader, tom-boy, and chum to the weak
White oer the playpen the sheen of her dress
Fresh from the bathroom and
Soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress
Were you a prefect and head of your dormitry?
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym?
Who was your favourite? Who had
A crush on you?
Which were the baths where they
Taught you to swim?
Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge
Home and Colonial, Star, International
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge
Trace me your wheel tracks
You fortunate bicycle
Back to the house on the fringe of the park
Golden the light on the locks of Myfanwy
Golden the light on the book on her knee
Finger marked pages of Rackhams Hans Anderson
Time for the children to come down to tea
Oh! Fullers angel-cake, Robertsons marmalade
Liberty lampshade, come shine on us all
My! what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy
Some in the alcove and some in the hall
Then what sardines in half-lighted passages!
Locking of fingers in long hide-and-seek
You will protect me, my silken Myfanwy
Ring leader, tom-boy, and chum to the weak