Will Cookson Lyrics
"The Antique Toy"

Sepia-toned waiting alone to be sold
Where is the boy now his precious toy is getting old

Where are the times the rosy times of long ago
Who is this man whose are these hands that he holds

Now all your colours are fading
Through a life of waiting
For someone to come and take you home

Cheer up they said paint on a smile and be a clown
And just go to bed if this wooden life gets you down

Now all your colours are fading
Through a lifetime waiting
For someone to come and take you home