theodore's song
Singer:fairport convention
he was an old broom maker
back in nineteen thirty-nine
bring me that old wristwatch
let time slip like grains of sand
for the price of half-a-crown
bring me that old wristwatch
bring me that old wristwatch
'cause there was nothing left to say
that day he lost his bride
bring me that old wristwatch
bring me that old wristwatch
it was a touch of emotion
through the lanes bicycled
to a henhouse where he lived
bring me that old wristwatch
bring me that old wristwatch