By the old town and the road
Which defies articulation
By the greyhound pub down the way
From Wivenhoe station
You'll see a terraced house with a garden lined of flowers
And you'll tell me of a girl who sleeps for hours
And it'll only take such dreams as these to wake her
And beyond her window lies a lonesome tower
Where she keeps her mind
And when you tell me of her eyes
I'll tell you of a girl I left behind
And when she drags you down
To the sunlight on the sofa
And tells you where her secret chords are found
And what astounds you most is you know you're bound to get there
Then you'll tell me of a girl who wears her hair
In a way where every day it will change its colour
And will mould itself into your days forever
Then you'll see time go slow
And when you tell me how it flows
I'll tell you of a girl I didn't know
By the old docks, down the river
In which a crowd of crickets mutter
Inside her room that a thousand trinkets clutter
You'll see a stream of music lean against the doorway
And you'll tell me of a girl where her smile is always
Which when on stage will wage a war with even the weather
And how her silhouette and your lights are bound together
Where she is most kind
And when you tell me where she hides
I'll tell you of a girl I couldn't find
Yes I'll tell you of a girl I couldn't find
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