Old Red Box Songtext
von Trevor Moss & Hannah-Lou

Sunday best was straightened and patched up and dusted down
Now all that′s left are photographs for passing around

Sister believe
What nobody else sees
Don't mourn the falling leaves

Dream of lanes, with chimneys and shutters and faded stone
They′re all the same, we'll live here but never be home


Sister wait
We all sometimes pray
Don't mourn your country days

And when the old red box fills with swallows and the river overflows
If they call for us you can tell them we are where nobody knows

Sister stay
For just one more game
And don′t mourn
Don′t mourn
Don't mourn the evening rain