Manning - Amongst The Sleepers lyrics

I come in search of Eleanor Rigby & walk the gravel lanes alone caught in deep contemplation of all the people I have known Here amongst the Sleepers, Vines & creepers will join hands A scent in the air from the lavender fair the breeze is so quiet & low.....the leaves on the ground move on slowly Hey there Mr. Jones so long to the farmer whose sheep have all gone home & Mrs. Crowther, 50 years of schooling but no child of her own Dream away in lost reverie & fond memories Till you are welcomed home back to the fire light & warm ...the leaves on the trees whisper softly I come in search of Eleanor Rigby & walk the gravel lanes alone caught in deep contemplation of all the people I have known