Braidwood
His year-long reunion only I am a
stranger
Surrounded by gifts like a babe in the
manger
A feast for thousands many years in the
making
And I have done nothing, is it mine for
the taking?
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
A washer of windows for newborn babies
A pat on the back from the grey-haired
old ladies
Under the pavilion many miles from home
The rain was a barrier I felt so alone
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh