Henry's Songbook

        And all the valley lights come twinkling down
        As night descends on this old town
        All the boys and girls come out to play
        And the factory seems a million miles away

At his lathe young Davy stands
The steel he works with burns his hands
Clock's slowly moving round to five
A klaxon blows - a sound he loves
In the locker his overalls he shoves
This is when young Davy comes alive

Smoky bar-room, jukebox playing
Davy says he won't be staying
Just called in for two or three or four
A clean white shirt, a man of means
Money jingling in his jeans
Who knows what the evening has in store

Outside the dance-hall people wait
The doors will open up at eight
Hear the merry laughter in the rain
Then across the crowd he sees her
He wonders what to say to please her
The alcohol is getting to his brain

The dance is over, clap the band
Couples leaving, hand in hand
The earthy smell of summer all around
'Cross the meadows, midnight skies
She looks into his smiling eyes
Davy lays his coat upon the ground