Twenty-four Colours of Bromford - Part 7

"Courtyard in Bromford"

Oh the wind, it's rushing through the trees

On the shores of an ocean just for me

And oh the sun, I see it shining down

In the courtyard, it's trying to warm the ground

And oh the leaves, they turn to gold from green

In the courtyard, in Bromford

And the clouds, I see 'em passing by

They're a white contrast in the sky