Does winter end in seaside towns
When councils paint anew
The railings on the promenade
In hopeful shades of blue
And if the tide loved Brighton beach
Would God come down and say
With gentle hands upon the surf
You need not turn today
Will massive church of England bells
Have faith enough to ring
And overcome their weariness
When they believe in spring
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Are there machines for measuring
The power of our prayers
And anyway and anyway
And anyway who cares
I think you care, but gently
I think because You do
The color of my sadness
Is a hopeful shade of blue
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