Lyric discussion by MnemosyneWell 

These are horrible, so bad that I am rewriting this whole thing...

The sun it fell down, On the rising sea Where (maybe 'when'?) the bishop outgrew his pew... Big money mans Got his hands all over me Lets hope he dont put em on you

My fishing wells, They overflowed, spilled on down to the green grass The chapel bell rose back then tolled Go on a-tollin' Till the tollin' passed...

Maggie Stuffs(?) unlocks the door Shes sixty-four She steps down into the street Oh, the city sounds Like a one-man band And the bricks turn blue beneath her feet

The queen she laid down, With the fiddlers son, But it was the words she used to see... She said to him, Lets go down, To where the grass is tall and brown... You can lay that rhythm down, Right on me Right on me Right on me Yeah nah nah

Wipe your eyes child, With your head down low, Yes I believe in time you'll grow some... Look around, Theres a big old world, A stones throw from lonesome... Lonesome Lonesome

Upon further reflection, I believe it is

Maggie stops, n' locks the door, Shes sixty four, She steps down into the street...

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