Like birds feed on a farmers seed
His small feet tap to the beat
On the fall from jam sponge hands
While old eyes stare under silver hair
Curled to query a brow so weary
As he tided her best china plates
There's an old man by a gate
And a lad whose never late
Cos together they make cakes
And talk of what it takes
To be a manin this world
How no roads worth a walk
If you don't enjoy the talk
And to turn the other cheek
Doesn't say that you're weak
Just you're the better man
As her song plays the small boy lays
Bits and bobswith sighs and sobs
From the box by the hearth
Along the chair arm; a once lucky charm
Photos of a girl that single pearl
And badges from a long ago war
There's an old man by a gate
And a lad whose never late
Cos together they make cakes
And talk of what it takes
To be a manin this world
How no roads worth a walk
If you don't enjoy the talk
And to turn the other cheek
Doesn't say that you're weak
Just you're the better man
Each a story of love loss and glory
That's been told before each is asked
To be heard once more