The Workhouse
Channel: tobydarling
Date: 2016-11-04

Here is a song I wrote and recorded today. It loosely covers various themes relating to Ringwood and the New Forest.

The Workhouse

Em Bm
Cabinets filled with stuffed green woodpeckers
A Am
The market town's bustling while the Avon flows
G D
Weasels and rabbits frozen in flight
Am Em
Like the busy footsteps in the afternoon light

Passing by my small shop front
Looking for fashion or gloves to wear
Not interested in foxes or dusty trout
Just  strong Ringwood ale to see the day out

B F#m
And tomorrow they're going to take me...
C#m 
To the workhouse
B F#m
And there I will spend the rest of my days
A E
'Till typhoid  takes my breath away
Bm A
And history buries me in an unmarked grave
C#m - E - D - A G
At the workhouse

So I'll walk through the forest one last time
Reach the leech lake where the swans swim in a line
Past roebucks and horses and a sweet chestnut copse
Say farewell to life as the sun drops

Chorus
D A
Yes I'll whistle a long forgotten tune
Em Bm
My Playford days and my Purley moons
D A
And my craft and the gentle sound of a saw
Em G - A
And soft footsteps through the nursery door


Some of the pictures I took myself. Some historical photos appear courtesy of the Hampshire cultural trust.