Down the lanes
of foggy chimneys
Through the little seaside town
Strives the east wind like a dragon
Strewing leaves all ragged brown
Winter planting icicles
along that barren shore
But the Punch and Judy man
is gone forever
Mr Punch and Judy man
Please bring back my
childhood life of summer
In the meadow by the river,
where the oak and willow stand,
silver mist comes creeping down
to lullaby our sleeping land.
Through the fern and
bracken branches
Swallows fly all morn
But the Punch and Judy man
Is gone forever
Mr. Punch and Judy man
Please bring back my
childhood man of summer
Slot machines and penny arcades
Jingle, jangle on the pier
From the sound of children laughing
Fading with the dying year
Through the little town he wanders
in the misty morning haze
But the Punch and Judy man
is gone forever
Mr. Punch and Judy, man
Please bring back my child,
the man of summer
Punchinello, Punchinello
Where have you and Judy gone?
Don't you join the swelling ranks
Of things that they look back upon?
Memories can conjure up
Those dreams of yesterday
But the Punch and Judy man
Is gone forever
Mr. Punch and Judy Man,
Please bring back my childhood
land of summer.
Mr. Punch and Judy Man,
Please bring back my childhood
land of summer.
you