Lyrics
In forty years, our poplars had grown so tall right past the roof
In the span of forty years, the poplar trees have grown tall, surpassing the height of the roof.
With a canopy of leaves over the path
A leafy canopy now covers the path beneath the tall poplar trees.
Sparkles of sunshine, on those warm prairie days
The warm prairie days are adorned with sunshine, creating sparkles of light.
The beauty of this place, Burnage Lane
The beauty of the location is emphasized as "Burnage Lane."
Grant me my wish, I'll never live anywhere else
The speaker expresses a desire for their wish to live nowhere else but on Burnage Lane.
Grant me my wish, that here I'll always stay
Reiteration of the wish to remain on Burnage Lane.
Let me grow old watching the sunshine, light up the place I love
The speaker envisions growing old while witnessing the sunshine illuminate the beloved place.
My heart and soul will always be Burnage Lane
The speaker's heart and soul will always belong to Burnage Lane.
Piles of shoes at the front door, from kids, their kids and more
A visual of piles of shoes at the front door, signifying the presence of generations seeking refuge.
Searching for refuge, from city life
People find solace on Burnage Lane, away from the hustle and bustle of city life.
Chairs on the front porch, the sweet smell of sage
Chairs on the front porch and the sweet smell of sage evoke a sense of nostalgia.
I grew up on Burnage Lane
The speaker reminisces about growing up on Burnage Lane.
So, grant me my wish, I'll never live anywhere else
Reiteration of the wish to never live anywhere else.
Grant me my wish, that here I'll always stay
Reiteration of the wish to always stay on Burnage Lane.
Let me grow old watching the sunshine, light up the place I love
The speaker desires to grow old while witnessing the sunshine illuminate the beloved place.
My heart and soul will always be Burnage Lane
Reiteration that the heart and soul will always belong to Burnage Lane.
The clock chimes every hour and time keeps passing by
The clock chimes mark the passing of time, and the speaker acknowledges the gradual goodbye.
Things move slower, grow more quiet, as I start to say goodbye
As time progresses, things become slower and quieter, intensifying the farewell sentiment.
Leaves have turned brown again and the night is filled with rain
The changing leaves and rainy nights symbolize the melancholy of departure.
I will always love Burnage Lane
Despite the changes, the speaker will always love Burnage Lane.
Here I am a child again, I run through fields of green
The speaker feels like a child again, running through fields of green on Burnage Lane.
With laughter ringing out, like singing of birds
The atmosphere is filled with laughter, akin to the singing of birds.
Let me be a child again, I'm feeling wild and free
The speaker wishes to relive the freedom and joy of childhood on Burnage Lane.
Full of love and free from pain
Being free from pain, the speaker experiences love and joy on Burnage Lane.
Beauty and joy at Burnage Lane
A final expression of the beauty and joy found on Burnage Lane.
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