You were a good man, Jamsie,
Everone loves you,
Now you're gone,
And the seagulls over where you lie,
Sing your final song.
I'm walking back away from here,
To see where you belong,
Here's the church,
And here's the work,
And here's where shows were at ther fair.
Take me on your skirling waltzer,
And scream the ghost train down,
And buckle me to the chairy plane,
As the big wheel goes round,
Words and Music - Ricky Ross, James Prime