Teksty:
Seth Lakeman The Punch Bowl

Breathing sunshine from the flowers, A little wisdom from the leaves, Carry comfort to the sad tree, How the grass it did grieve, There's a moment we

all wet and wild, Have you a certain style? Take a look outside your window, A little look outside your window. You, you should be picked not punched

The day comes in, the girl walks out, Summer sings and Winter shouts. Seasons breaking over me, All I do is sit and dream. Before my face her picture

Poor as paupers, proud as kings, We all aim for better things. That finger, finger of faith comes out and touches me, It's better, better late than

Ill sing in good praise Of all brandy and rum. There's a clear, crystal fountain, With England's control, Give me that punch ladel, I'll fathom the bowl