Chorus   French Row I'm sitting here, drinking in the atmosphere

     St Albans on a Saturday, busking in the alley way

     Spare a pound or just one penny

     Share a smile if you can't give any

     Make this day a celebration, let the music play

Crowds are coming down the alley

Mums and dads with all the family

Grubby faces licking lollies

Zimmer frames and shopping trollies

Sporty types and hairy bikers

Cyclists wearing flashy Lycra

Grannies off to spend their pension

And girls who dress to get attention

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Sometimes I get competition

By the clock tower more musicians

Morris men with bells and batons

Leap about with funny hats on

Saxophones with jazzy solos

Violinist virtuosos

Peruvian pan pipes playing pop songs

Hare Krishnas with no socks on

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French row has a great attraction

Even though there are distractions

Friends drop by for conversation

Strangers show appreciation

Its noisy here and every hour

The bell chimes from the old clock tower

Sirens, ringtones, children screaming

Can anybody hear me singing?

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Let the music play

  Chris Flegg.    May 2012