Traditions hold captive the place of our dreams
where hope and yearnings, past and present live
where we believe anything is true
when we gather once again to remember
what is was like when time stood still
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Can I ask your indulgence for just a mo?
and to picture a scene with me?
It’s cold and it’s started snowing
And down there, close to the sea
There’s an empty bus shelter and an old cardboard box
And a man on a bench looking grim
Do you remember that day when you were shopping in town
Can you not remember him?