Lyrics Kedron Brook - Kevin Johnson

Kedron Brook

In the last light of evening sun
When summer grasses spoke of early dew
I took an unfamiliar turning
And so I wandered
In the power of some strange subconscious yearning
Down the turnings and the twistings of the road
Till the sun was gone from the distant hill
And Kedron Brook seemed strangely still
FIRST REFRAIN
Visions of sunsets and soft summer skies
Like cellophane papers that danced in my eyes
Echoes of footsteps that wandered their way
Through the last, lonely lights of the day
Feelings of feelings that sent my head reeling
Just wondering how it could be
That the feelings of something so strangely confusing
Were strangely familiar to me
Like the feeling of something I seemed to recall
But I couldn’t remember it all
The feeling as though I had stepped through a door
And I knew I had been there before
SECOND REFRAIN
When the gentry were waltzing to the gentle maxinas
And the hansom cabs swayed
Like young ballerinas
And life was as sweet as an old concertina
That rattled its way through a holiday
When the night was the sight of the weary lamplighters and the crowded marquees
Of the bare-fisted fighters, And the bustles and bows of the Saturday nighters
Were rustling their way through a Saturday
When the world twirled around to an old-fashioned sound
And the seasons were young in the ground
Did I once stand there at Kedron Brook
Watching the sun going down?