(partial lyrics)
To a lane called Corrie Wynd there came a peddler
With his pack and all he called gestedler
And in his bag he carried many treasures
Dear old Benjamin Day, I still can hear you say
Strange things for sale, straight from a fairy tale
He'd open up his bag, and take out what he had
An amethyst ring, a puppet on a string
A piece of crystal glass, a thing that's meant to last.
I still recall the stories he would tell us....
1 | Right Down The Line |
2 | Baker Street |
3 | City To City |
4 | Home And Dry |
5 | The Ark |
6 | Stealin' Time |
7 | Island |
8 | Hearts Run Dry |
9 | Don't Speak Of My Heart |
10 | Get It Right Next Time |