Mick Sumbling (El Mick) - "Saint Martin's Hill" (2018)
A song about Saint Martin's Hill, Canterbury - where I once lived a long, long time ago. As a good friend once said: nostalgia isn't what it used to be, but it will be one day. (lyrics below) Subscribe to: www.micksumbling.com and Mick's channel on YouTube.
Saint Martin's Hill
Now that the fields have drunk their fill
The sun lays his head upon my window sill
Girls in their cotton smocks
Walk down to the corner shops
The shopkeeper fumbles in his till.
Man on a pushbike waves and grins
Freewheeling down to where the town begins
An old lady feels around then
Pulls her umbrella down
Lost in the wire wheel that spins.
Cars are trickling down from St Martin's to the town
And the kettle's boiling down in the kitchen
My window's open wide and now the sun streams
Right inside on my Sunday paper crossword competition.
Coach-loads of tourists sail on by
Each with a camera pressed against his eye
A constable licks his pen
He's caught in the photo lens
The man on the pushbike waves good-bye.
(Words & music by Mick Sumbling)