…whose imagination was captured by Jenny Wren:
Like so many girls, Jenny Wren could sing
But a broken heart, took her soul away
Like the other girls, Jenny Wren took wing
She could see the world, and it’s foolish ways
How, we, spend our days, casting, love aside
Loosing, site of life, day, by, day
She saw poverty, breaking all the home
Wounded warriors, took her song away
But the day will come, Jenny Wren will sing
When this broken world, mends its foolish ways
Now we, spend our days, catching, up on life
All because of you, Jenny Wren
Aw, I must have something in my eye 😉 And they accuse Dickens of sentimentality 🙂
I was listening to Revolver (on Mono vinyl. I know) last night and was thinking She Said, She Said could be about Jenny Wren, too (I know what it’s like to be dead/I know how it is to be sad) but alas its about some acid trip and Peter Fonda and such.
Yes, I’m still reading, and over the moon!!!! with Our Mutual Friend.