[Intro] x4 [Verse 1] There’s a man at hand There’s a way between With the sinking sand And a crooked dream And collared off at the modern age of nine Summoned off for walking down the line [Chorus] They lost eyes in old city streets Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek [Verse 2] Filled his boots And he tipped his cap And a root-de-toot With the boss and that And told a girl of the summer by the sea Said to her would you like to go with me [Verse 3] Wind is turned And the conker drops And the signals change And the hard to soft And in with changes always out with time Nothing left but walking down the line [Chorus] They lost eyes in old city streets Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek [Verse 4] Drag your loose nest through the den And I come out less with sporting wear More to fit than you’d be feeling now She is ’when’ that he is always ’how’ [Verse 5] Then her sweetness and his sweeter scented And her fury’s swimming till the fury’s mended And lost in all might be to lost in time What joy the dots might be to walk the line [Outro] x4 N.C. They lost eyes in old city streets N.C. Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek N.C. They lost eyes in old city streets N.C. Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek N.C. They lost eyes in old city streets Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek