Down on the flag stones,
The accordians and sweet trumpets rise,
Rusty memories of sin and doubting,
Mingle in around the Queen Street traffic noise,

Would that all the love in the world,
Would watch me through the night,

You know thw preacher,
All he preaches is vanity,
Maybe, at last, you'll see,
A brighter star than you will shine one day.

Hymns and words and busy planets,
Said the preacher, have come and gone Even your smile will one day die away,
When your wealth and words are forgotten.

Would that all the love in the world,
Would stay with me tonight,

You know thw preacher,
All he preaches is vanity,
Maybe, at last, you'll see,
A brighter star than you will shine one day.

Words and Music - Ricky Ross / James Prime