ONE TWO THREE (The Ballad Of Notting Hill Gate)

Everywhere I see and read the poetry of slavery Written on the faces of the people in the street So we step into the park with the newborn child Laughing with the wildbirds flying high up in the blue sky And I say a secret prayer, for all loved ones everywhere With a smile and three tears in my eyes (*) One is for the Father Two is for the Mother Three is for the child looking out into the future Simple two love each other like sisters and brothers Is life as simple as one two three? Christmas time has come and bin Yet I still hear the carol singing Deep in the crowded streets of Notting Hill gate As the busker street musician plays to the busy stream of faces As they hurry hurry on their way And the snow is swirling round the sign of the underground He stoops down to pick up three small silver coins (*) Repeat One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Nine, ten, eleven up to twelve Are the months of the year also the tribes of Israel Number thirteen is the number of the house Where nobody wants to live Number fourteen burthday they say You never, never, never, bin kissed Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen Nineteen, twenty, twenty one That's when a man comes of age And joins with a woman as one (*) Repeat