re freds boots.
Some years ago, on a cold dark night
Some boots did sing, 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all said
That the boots that they saw , looked a lot like Freds
The voice that they heard, had a Shropshire twang
the frost on the pumpkin,was the first they sang
I spoke not a word, but listened entranced
When the song did end the Boots did a dance
They walks the hills of the long white cloud
They visits the town when the night winds howl
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
the, voice sounds good and the diction clear
the boots tap on the ground and shed not a tear
But late at night, when the north wind blows
In the long white cloud they sing loud and slow
they walks these hills of the long white cloud
they visits the sea when the night winds howl
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me