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Title: Farmer Lugar’s Boy
Based on Peter Lugar's memories of the Tithe Barn at Langdon, before it became residential accomodation.
Lyrics:
There’s a photograph, August light, the old barn standing still
Walls hold the echoes of laughter on the hill
Before the roof turned homely, when straw and shadows lay
We called it “the haunted house”, where children ran and played
Arrow slits in crumbling stone, we thought were for the bows
Knights of the Round Table, Robin Hood in borrowed clothes
Thirty feet of timber beams, carved from ancient trees
Candles flickering in tunnels, chasing ghostly fantasies
Hay bales stacked to heaven, climbing to the sky
Breathless from the laughter, the summer speeding by
[Chorus]
And he’d call us one by one, Farmer Lugar’s boy
Farmer Booth’s maid, in the wildest kind of joy
Running through the darkness, hearts alive and free
The barn a kingdom only children see
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A tunnel ran around the walls, we thought it led to sea
To the distant Mewstone, dreams as big as they could be
And Gordon’s voice would thunder, echoing through stone
We’d tumble out in sunlight, never quite alone
[Chorus]
And he’d call us one by one, Farmer Lugar’s boy
Farmer Booth’s maid, in the wildest kind of joy
Nina, Gerald, Edward, all the names we knew
Summer days in hiding, lost to morning dew
He never called our parents, just watched us with a grin
Those haunted, happy hours; we’d give anything to live again