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Текст песни Pinafore Days

Mugs and buttercups the dancing crinoline
Inside a picture book of a sky
The frantic butterflies their colours hypnotise
The crusty baker making his pies

Thieves and scallywags, The mighty morris men
outside a window pane in the sun
A bell strikes One O'clock
Put on your summer frock
The last fandango's first to be done

I was painting rhymes
Sketching phantoms drawn from the years
Tell me the truth
Where are those Pinafore Days
I knew?

Spats and Gollywogs, Outlandish acrobats
Beside a jumble sale in the wind
The bouncing dicky birds are really lost for words
The copper kettle's trying to sing

I was painting ruins
Sketching phantoms drawn from the years
Tell me the truth
Where are those Pinafore Days
I knew?