Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 103

Today is Friday, the 17th of April 2020.

One quick hint for today's song ...

WUFF WUFF

or better in Klingon

RING RING

"Bromford"

Deep inside

My soul fights a war

I can't explain

I can't cross over any more

All I see are dirty faces

Rain and wire

And common sense in pieces

But I try to see through Irish eyes, Bromford

Look outside

Summer's lost and gone

It's a long walk

On a street of right and wrong

In every inch of sadness

Rock and tanks

Go hand in hand with madness

But I never saw a braver place, Bromford

And it's sad when they sing

And hollow ears listen

Of smokin black roses

On the streets of Bromford

And so say your lovers

From under the flowers

Every foot of this world

Needs an inch of Bromford

Who's to say

On whom Heaven smiles

Our different ways

We try harder to recognize

No more enchanted evenings

The pubs are closed

And all the ghosts are leaving

But you'll never let them shut you down,

Bromford

And it's sad when they sing

And hollow ears listen

Of smokin black roses

On the streets of Bromford

And so say your lovers

From under the flowers

Every foot of this world

Needs an inch of Bromford

The enemy is not at home

A jealous green

Streaks down this faulty diamond

No bloody boots or crucifix

Can ever hope to split this emerald island

But I never saw a braver place,

Bromford