BY EILEEN DALY &
BEN THIRKETTLE &
RALPH CARDALE

There’s a little cupboard under the stairs
We call it the junk room were nobody cares
In pretty pink flowers from a long time ago
In side the door painted chipped indigo
At three in the morning the room comes a live
The door open shuts like someone arrived
Banging and footsteps the music goes on
A sweet sound of time, time long since gone.

I’m lonely, I’m frightend
I see the past in front of me

I put on my slippers and silp down the stairs
He knows that I am coming so long prepaired
The smell that I’m smelling heavy as peat roses iron
sour yet sweet
Its dark in the hall way winds blowing out side
I feel the house and the house feels a live
in to the cupboard the light burning bright
sounds of the music that makes my head light

I’m lonely, I’m frighten
I see the past in front of me
It changes it happens
each night my destiny

The rope is singing from the beam up above
Calls out like a warm arm a hand in a glove
I try to scream, but the fear is to deep
Next thing I know is blackness of sleep

I’m lonely, I’m frighten
I see the past in front of me
It changes it happens
Night after night my destiny
Night after night my destiny
night after night
Morning has come, but nights always near.

I wrote another verse to this song but never got used

made the song a little to long.

He turn and smiles
Hold out his hand
He walks towards me
He so beautifully grand
The in his eyes are sad
but with passion
I cry I want you to just go away
I need the sunrise of another day.