i walked in my greatcoat down through the days of the leaves no before after yes after before we were shining our light into the days of blooming wonder in the eternal presence in the presence of the flame didn t i come to bring you a sense of wonder didn t i come to lift your fiery vision bright didn t i come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame on and on and on and on we kept singing our song over newtonards and comber gransha and the ballystockart road with boffyflow and spike i said i could describe the leaves for samuel and felicity rich red browney half burnt orange and green didn t i come to bring you a sense of wonder didn t i come to lift your fiery vision bright didn t i come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame it s easy to describe the leaves in the autumn and it s oh so easy in the spring but down through january and february it s a very different thing on and on and on through the winter of our discontent when the wind blows up the collar and the ears are frostbitten too i said i could describe the leaves for samuel and what it means to you and me you may call my love sophia but i call my love philosophy didn t i come to bring you a sense of wonder didn t i come to lift your fiery vision didn t i come to bring you a sense of wonder in the flame wee alfie at the castle picture house on the castlereagh road whistling on the corner next door where he kept johnny mack brown s horse o solo mio by mcgimsey and the man who played the saw outside the city hall pastie suppers down at davey s chipper gravy rings barmbracks wagon wheels snowballs