There¡¯s a bench in every park dedicated to
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Those who sat there once but didn¡¯t make it through
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There are names carved deep in bark on every tree
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By those who spent their time like you and me
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And wherever geography may place you now
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There¡¯s a piece of history all folk carry around
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Whatever your situation, whatever it may allow
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There¡¯s an even larger piece in every lost and found
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There¡¯s a song
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There¡¯s always a song
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Wherever there¡¯s perfection
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There¡¯s a wrong
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There¡¯s always a song
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But a broken bond
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And an unkissed frog
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In every village pond
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There¡¯s a name that we graffiti¡¯d up on a wall
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To the folks who live there now, makes no sense at all
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And in every underpass, on every street
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A promise someone made but couldn¡¯t keep
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A tiny piece of chalk in every coat
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In every film the smallest lump in throat
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In every song you¡¯ve sung, every novel read
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That unkissed love will always rear its head
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There¡¯s a song
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There¡¯s always a song
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Wherever there¡¯s a right
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There¡¯s always wrong
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There¡¯s always a song
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But a broken bond
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And an unkissed frog
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In every village pond
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There Is Song
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| The Beautiful South |
