THE EMPTY CAR PARK by Paul kennelly February 2009
The car park , it is empty now , our callers are all gone
the day is sinking in the West , it’s been a busy one
with trays of vittles, pots of tea , hot coffee and a smile
a weary traveler may stay and rest here for a while
and everyone who comes to call shall have a tale to tell
of life and wife and son’s and all, of good times and of hell
sometimes they have us laughing , so we almost split our sides
and there again, the tears well up , so very hard to hide
a meal , a break and on their way , our callers become friends
they know a welcomes always here, on that they can depend
our door is always open and the kettle’s always on
the car park it is empty now, our callers are all gone
The car park , it is empty now , our callers are all gone
the day is sinking in the West , it’s been a busy one
with trays of vittles, pots of tea , hot coffee and a smile
a weary traveler may stay and rest here for a while
and everyone who comes to call shall have a tale to tell
of life and wife and son’s and all, of good times and of hell
sometimes they have us laughing , so we almost split our sides
and there again, the tears well up , so very hard to hide
a meal , a break and on their way , our callers become friends
they know a welcomes always here, on that they can depend
our door is always open and the kettle’s always on
the car park it is empty now, our callers are all gone
