Constable Road Lyrics
I stood beneath these trees
Listening to the sound
Of laughter in the sun
Twisting time about our hands
We ran the world from here
From our little shady glade beneath the sky
Dreams that spiralled into life
We dallied with the tides
That ran amongst our minds
When summer was forever
Did I really walk home this way?
Where everything’s now grey
In a summer they destroyed the place
Of all our dreams
Dreams of children turned to dust
They never noticed us
As they planned their roads
And trampled underfoot
All the joy and trust
With Constance Road
Dreams of children turned to dust
Constable Road Q&A
Who wrote Constable Road's ?
Constable Road was written by Ian Freud.