Old Red Box Songtext
von Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou

Sunday best
Was straightened and patched up and dusted down
And all that′s left
Are photographs for passing round
Sister believe
What nobody else sees
And don't mourn the falling leaves
Dream of lanes
With chimneys and shutters and faded stone
They′re all the same
We'll live here but never be home
Sister wait We all sometimes break
And don't mourn your country days
And when the old red box
Fills with swallows and the river overflows
If they call for us
You can tell them we are where nobody knows
Sister stay
For just one more game
And don′t mourn
Don′t mourn
Don't mourn the evening rain