161 Lyrics

If you wish to walk beside a boy

Who kicks his ball down cobbled lanes

And Mother's worried sick to why he's out this late again

Sister knits a woolly hat for footprints in the sand

So careful where he sleeps

A soul of Chapel Street

And if you wish to dance beside a girl

With playful pigtails in her hair

She writes a dozen letters

Dreams of when her love returns

And as she whispers softly for a boy who's hit the ground

Well darlin' now he sleeps

A soul of Chapel Street

161 poppies

Race around my head

I'm running through the rows of red

And 0161

For the souls of Chapel Street

And if you wish to stand beside a father

Dressed in black from head to toe

He whistles lullabies and tells her he must go

He says that he'll be back to make the angels in the snow

But honey now he sleeps

A soul of Chapel Street

And if you wish to stand beside a boy

Who works with hands of soot and coal

He steals the master's muffins

Bloody knuckles tell the tale

He says that he'll be bringing back

The riches from the war

But sweetie now he sleeps

A soul of Chapel Street

161 poppies

Race around my head

I'm running through the rows of red

And 0161

For the souls of Chapel Street

And oh 161 poppies

Race around my head

Oh no I'm running through the fields of green

And 0161

For the souls of Chapel Street

And if you wish to walk behind

The boys who kick their ball down pebbled avenues

And honest smiles defy the Monday blues

But still I hear the sound of cobbles to clogs and combat boots

So careful where they sleep

The souls of Chapel Street