As I pass
Where you once lay
I see you bewildered
And covered in rust
A little oil
And a great deal of dust
When a boy the writer and poet Alfred Williams lay between the rails of a nearby railway and let a goods train pass over him.
As I pass
Where you once lay
I see you bewildered
And covered in rust
A little oil
And a great deal of dust
When a boy the writer and poet Alfred Williams lay between the rails of a nearby railway and let a goods train pass over him.