Hampstead Girl

Hampstead girl on Parliament Hill
Drinks in the situation
Hamstead brown not dressed to kill
In a thousand variations

And her blue eyes
See those dark shadows in the sky
And her choir like voice
Cries for Love

And you'd do anything you could
Just to bring back the smile to her face
Take all the blue out of her eyes
And fill up the empty space

With love and affection
Take all the grey out of this town
Give your protection
If she'd just turn 'round

Outside she smiles at the people
But inside she cries
Inside
Hampstead girl in the Vale of Health

With a hundred imitation
Hears the magic in the church bells
But still longs for invitations
And you'd like to take her with you

But the time is never right
And so you lose her
When you go back down to the other side of town