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England 1914

Night stirs her inky finger in the water of the day,

The tired sun drops slowly in the sky.

And everywhere the gentle air hangs heavy with the day song

Evening calls the lamplight out to comeChildren's wooden hoops go clattering down the street

Soon they're called inside, it's getting late.

The grand canal

Now splashed with redReflects on swallows wings.

The lamplighter knows the song the evening sings.

But the gas-lamps stand like soldiers

Hiss warnings to the windTheir evening vespers prophicy a war.

The world divides

And men take sides

The spark bursts into flameNothing can be quite the same again.

Dog barks in the distance

Child cries in her sleep

Night waits for the dawn with baited breath.The old school, the old rule

Rung out on a muffinman's bell

The lamplighter has made his nightly call.

Dreams of hope and peaceSent clattering down the streets

Empty like the promises they made.

The wars rage on, and different wrongs

Will someone please explainThat peace is not the lamplighter

'Cause he's not coming back again

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