Lyrics

At the edge of town
You'd hear a rhythm and a rhyme
And you'd hear a craftsman
Carving deep into time
Tools of space and sound
Words speaking as sign
Seeing the day out together

We follow patterns
We sing his colours
Again he's with us
We follow patterns
Heard on Woodbine Street

Sleep well chap…

On the edge of town
You'd hear a rhythm and a rhyme
And you'll find a craftsman
Of a musical kind
Gifts rare and sought
It was a lesson sublime
It was a treasure unspoken

At the edge of town
You'd hear a rhythm and a rhyme
And you'd find a craftsman
Carving deep into time
Tools of space and sound
Words speaking as signs
Seeing the day out together

We follow patterns
We sing his colours
Again he's with us
We follow patterns
Heard on Woodbine Street

We follow patterns
We sing his colours
Again he's with us
We follow patterns
Heard on Woodbine Street
And it all sounds so good
And it all sounds so good

We follow patterns
We sing his colours
Again he's with us…And it all sounds so good
We follow patterns
Heard on Woodbine Street

Synopsis

For Paul Brook (1955-2007) whom we all still miss.