LYRICS - Marbles III

1865 MUSIC
Hogarth | Kelly | Mosley | Rothery | Trewavas

There were almost four hundred until the black day
I discovered how high they would fly to the sky
If you used them for tennis instead of a ball..
Zinging glass satellites crueller than fate
Whacked with a racket up into the blue
I'd smashed all the greenhouses on the estate
And a crowd formed a queue at the gate..