Processions Lyrics - Family Entertainment - Family

A small boy, bucket in hand 

Building castles in the sand 

Thinking of his life that lies ahead 

An engine driver, sailor, why not a king 

Of the sand castle as the gypsy woman said 

Taking a ride on a dinkie rail 

A green engine that's old 

Could be a royal procession through 

Big city streets 

Waving to the crowds from a sand carpet of gold 

Shaking hands of the V.I.P.'s one meets 

Sailing a toyboat in a rockpool 

Thinking that it could be 

The Queen Mary, passing the Cape Horn tip 

Something majestic, sailing world wide seas 

Attention please, I'm the captain of the ship 

After all these thoughts and more 

The boy returned to find 

That the sandcastles had been washed into the sea 

Head in hands, eyes full of tears 

And a mixed up mind 

The gypsy woman can't foresee the years