Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Myfanwy, artist - David Essex.
Date of issue: 30.09.2008
Song language: English
Myfanwy |
Kind o’er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy, |
White o’er the playpen the sheen of her dress, |
Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the nursery |
Soap scented fingers I long to caress. |
Were you a prefect and head of your dormit’ry? |
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym? |
Who was your favourite? |
Who had a crush on you? |
Which were the baths where they taught you to swim? |
Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle, |
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge, |
Home and Colonial, Star, International, |
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge. |
Trace me your wheel-tracks, you fortunate bicycle, |
Out of the shopping and into the dark, |
Back down the avenue, back to the pottingshed, |
Back to the house on the fringe of the park. |
Golden the light on the locks of Myfanwy, |
Golden the light on the book on her knee, |
Finger marked pages of Rackham’s Hans Anderson, |
Time for the children to come down to tea. |
Oh! |
Fullers angel-cake, Robertson’s marmalade, |
Liberty lampshade, come shine on us all, |
My! |
what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy, |
Some in the alcove and some in the hall. |
Then what sardines in half-lighted passages! |
Locking of fingers in long hide-and-seek. |
You will protect me, my silken Myfanwy, |
Ring leader, tom-boy, and chum to the weak. |