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.
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