Of Whoredom And Falconry

David Ford
I see the lights in Lewes from the top of Cliff High Street
Feel how the wind blows through us from the top of Cliff High Street
And another year is lost as December steals away
And I see the lights in Lewes from the top of Cliff High Street
I hear the bells in Belfast from the top of Castle Street
You say the hope them would last from the top of Castle Street
And another year is lost as December steals away
I hear the bells in Belfast from the top of Castle Street
Maybe a shadow will threaten our view
Maybe my ears will betray this old fool
I see the lights in Lewes
I hear the bells in Belfast
I see the lights in Lewes
I hear the bells in Belfast
I see the lights in Lewes
I hear the bells oh
I see the lights