God of warm words

And good things

God of change

God of broken chains

And rusty rails in sidings



God of the saints

And nearly departed

Come down and love the living

Before they go

Tell us a joke...



My girl going to town

She dresses down

She still wears that tiny ring



My girl going to town

Takes the late train

Oh it won't rain, she says



God of good times

Dry, happy, sunshine days

God of sand castles

And holidays

In motor cars



That take you days here and there

How long till we get there?

Fast asleep after tears

That gently change the colour

Of your brown skin



My girl going to town

Spends the days on her own

Says the summer nights are warm



My girl going to town

Is it her I'm worried for?

Are you coming home