There’s a story waiting inside
Behind the door, as it opens wide
And I wander in, hoping to find
Something
Behind the door, as it opens wide
And I wander in, hoping to find
Something
As they tell the stories we know
And those we don’t are waiting to be held,
And taken home
And those we don’t are waiting to be held,
And taken home
There’s a strange man inside
Who knows what I like
He’ll rush with tea to my side
And a stack of books piled high
If I’m lucky enough there will be lots of stuff
That makes me smile inside
Who knows what I like
He’ll rush with tea to my side
And a stack of books piled high
If I’m lucky enough there will be lots of stuff
That makes me smile inside
A shop with books in….
Shelves stacked high
Fills my eyes
Cant describe
Who knows what you’ll find
Fills my eyes
Cant describe
Who knows what you’ll find
A lovely lady guides me through
I smell the pages, excitement grew
How glad am I to be In company, of such
Purveyors of quality
Her knowledge is vast, Her hand reaches out
And pulls the spine of a beautifully bound
Book of delights, Picked especially for me
(ooooh, I’m so happy)
I smell the pages, excitement grew
How glad am I to be In company, of such
Purveyors of quality
Her knowledge is vast, Her hand reaches out
And pulls the spine of a beautifully bound
Book of delights, Picked especially for me
(ooooh, I’m so happy)
A shop with books in….
[This is a song we wrote about bookshops, for Independent
Booksellers' Week (30th June - 7th July 2012), a national celebration of
independent bookshops, with hundreds of events taking place all over the
country.]
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