The Shepherds Song Words and Music - Pete Morton
	I walk to London down these roads, With my poetry and prose And a knapsack for my journey. I left Helpstone in the rain, From Northamptonshire I came Where lives my lovely Mary. But I sing the shepherds song As I walk along And the bells of life are ringing, I know there’s nothing but Eden’s grace, And in any case, The birds are sweetly singing. My publisher will speak his terms, Ponder on how much he earns With my life’s work he’s trading I step from my world toward his, I’m like a beggar on a bridge Between two understandings. But I sing the shepherds song As I walk along And the bells of life are ringing, I know there’s nothing but Eden’s grace, And in any case, The birds are sweetly singing. London is calling with its scheme Partly falsehood partly dream And unnecessary I do not know where the wolves lie, They always take me by surprise, With jealous unseen fury. But I sing the shepherds song As I walk along And the bells of life are ringing, I know there’s nothing but Eden’s grace, And in any case, The birds are sweetly singing. I walk to London down these roads Where my heart and body goes In opposite directions, It like I’m acting in a game, I’m in the freak show of the sane, With strange and unsure affection. But I sing the shepherds song As I walk along And the bells of life are ringing, I know there’s nothing but Eden’s grace, And in any case, The birds are sweetly singing. I walk to London down these roads, With my poetry and prose And a knapsack for my journey. I left Helpstone in the rain, From Northamptonshire I came Where lives my lovely Mary. But I sing the shepherds song As I walk along And the bells of life are ringing, I know there’s nothing but Eden’s grace, And in any case, The birds are sweetly singing. Lyrics and music: ©2003 Pete Morton