Thursday, December 21, 2006
We wish you a foggy Christmas
O little town of London Heathrow
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and endless fog
No silent planes go by
Yet in thy terminals endureth
An everlasting plight
The suitcased hordes from flights abroad
Are grounded in thee to-night
I didn't see three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
But I heard their bloody foghorn din
On Christmas day in the morning
Away in an airport, no sign of a bed
The folk in the departure lounge laid down their sweet head
The planes 'neath the white sky all trapped where they lay
The whole fleet of Jumbos, a-queued on the runway
We three kings of Overcast are
Bearing torches we traverse afar
Lost and fumbling, hopelessly stumbling
Unable to follow yonder star
Good King Wenceslas passed out, on the feast of Stephen
When the fog lay round about, deep and crisp and freezin'
Dimly shone the gasfire that night, and the frost was cruel
When the poor man lost his fight, running out of fuel
While shepherds watched their flocks by night
All seated on the ground
The thick fog of the Lord came down
And all the sheep disappeared
Silent night, peasouper night
See black ice, slam brakes tight
Round yon hairpin bend too fast and wild
Through the windscreen mother and child
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
<< click for Newer posts
click for Older Posts >>
click to return to the main page
