Well, I'm walking with Fairlie Street clouds in my head
I'm remembering the words of a rhyme
Of big ships and alleys and cold frosty days
And my feelings are bound to that time
We were born in an age of discovery and rage
At the break of the new, daring dawn
With the world waging war, we were safe behind doors
With the hopes of the new generation, the new generation
So, I'll tell you, tell you my stories
Show you the buildings and places
Where I belong
And believe me, I will be waiting here
Bathed in the blue light of this town
Waiting for Saint Francis Songs
We were dazzled and dizzied on slow, summer days
My brothers, my cousins and me
Bicycle riders and comrades in arms
On purple nights fading to grey
To Victoria Place on the wings of my dreams
And the homes of the busy and brave
We were cursed, we were blessed
By the dreams of the rest
And the hopes of the new generation, the new generation
