THE MISSION HALL. ( Peter Livingstone)
Chorus.
And when your walking the London river
When you’re strolling down the Mall
Nightshift ends in a Soho bar room
Think on back to the Mission Hall.
Winters creepin’ across the sea now
Rain it’s freezing on the wall
Doos and sparrows by the chimney
On the roof of the Mission Hall
.
Oh summer days and smiling faces
Waiting for the night to fall
Making eyes and saving wages
For the dance at the Mission Hall
Ah when I saw her, well I could have hugged her
Eyes so young wi’ a kindly brow
Breaking hearts with foolish glances
Breaking lives with foolish vows
.
Well they say that the sweetest kisses
Surely hide the darkest souls
And for all that her lovin’ was tender
Her heart was black as the winter coal
Well she saved the fare for the train to Euston
Bought a round and shot the craw
Blew a kiss and blessed the baby
Broke my heart to see her go
.
Well Fortune cheats when Fortune gambles
Makes you walk when you can’t crawl
Fortune pulled a blindewr on me
By the shade of the Mission Hall.