The Lamplighter I never got to know his name,
But every night he did the same,
As darkness fell he came in sight,
The Lamplighter switched on the light.
He somehow seemed austere to me,
All dressed in black, he seemed to be,
I always watched to see him pass,
And reaching up, he lit the gas.
When he appeared, I somehow knew,
The sight of him became a cue,
I should be home it's getting dark,
There were no gaslights in the park.
And off I'd go and heading home,
I never ever felt alone,
The Lamplighter had gone before,
And lit a pathway to my door.
A pathway lit with orange light,
Which cast a glow on smoggy night,
I wonder was it his career,
To guide me homeward, without fear.
And then one day we went electric,
Some time before we all went metric,
And at the time I didn't know,
The Lamplighter had had to go.
I never got to know his name,
But how I missed him all the same,
The light had changed from gold to green,
And The Lamplighter was never seen.
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