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  1. Mrs Mosley

From the recording Leaves Float Down

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Lyrics

Mrs Mosley walks bedraggled,
From the corner of the road
She stares back from the puddles on the street
Her blue dress and shabby raincoat
Dress the morning and the evening
And her rain soaked feet pretend to keep her feet

She sways around in reminiscing swirls
And clinging to herself she smiles inside
She ignores the ticking clock
The back door knock and broken bookshelves,
The giant step she’s takin’
And the brave mistake she’s making

Leave float down, inside her head
Please don’t call, she’ll be in bed
She never can remember
What the council might have said

Mrs Mosley’s house is filled throughout with rubbish
And the boxes for the cats remain uncleaned
A museum and a graveyard for newspapers
Broken glass, the house ’s a shambles
Been invaded by the brambles is routine.

Mrs Mosley had a life that bloomed at one time
Now the colour faded from the rose
Had a local, kept a family
Had a husband loved him madly
How the years can change
“Sur, no-one knows”

Leaves float down, inside her head
please don’t call, she’ll be in bed
She never can remember
What the council might have said