paroles de chanson Jenkins' History - Frank Hennessy

Jenkins History sits smiling in his chair,
Everything he needs is waiting there,
His pipe, his paper and his cup of tea,
And the cat which quickly settles on his knee.

It surprises him how easily he tires,
As he watches for the faces in the fire,
Outside the snow is drifting at his door,
And Jenkins History starts gently off to snore.

And the kings and queens whose lives he's often traced,
Slowly fade away, and start to be replaced,
By the faces of the students, each young lad,
Everyone of them the son he never had.

But there had been someone special long ago,
Just how much he loved her she would never know,
For despite his love of adjectives and verbs,
He could never put his feelings into words.

And the kings and queens whose lives he's often traced,
Slowly fade away, and start to be replaced,
By the faces of the students, each young lad,
Everyone of them the son he never had.

Jenkins History sits smiling in his chair,
His eyes wide open in a vacant stare,
When Miss Williams brings his early morning tea,
Mister Jenkins will be part of history.