The Reverend Raymond Brown Attends The Garden Fête On Thatchwick Green

Opening A G A A Milkman has thrown his bottles away G A His work is all over for the rest of the day Mrs McGoony throws her darning aside G A Puts on her coat that smells of mothballs and age A D C E The Reverend Raymond Brown deserts his holy ground A ’Cause he’s leading the band A Magistrates serving cups of tea from the stall G A Everyone buys yellow scarves made of wool A Mrs Grass makes a fortune reading tea leaves and palms G A While naughty Fitzwilliam helps to lighten the till A C D C D E The Reverend Raymond Brown puts his pencil on the ground A For he’s melting down sin D A Mrs Pringle organises games for all the kids to play D Women’s Guild compare their hats and chatter hard about this and that A F# F#m A G A And isn’t it a shame that little Sally’s in the family way? Lalalala... D A And mothers warn their daughters not to talk to any dirty(/churchy?) old man A Flags and confetti, a girl very pretty G A With dresses and gold hair that blow in the wind A The beauty of Thatchwick turns heads by the hundred G A She gazes on to the musical priest A C D C D E The Reverend Raymond Brown turns his red face to the ground A And he mumbles out a prayer A ’Cause he fancies her like mad A And the Reverend Raymond Brown turns and walks away A G A Lalalalala Lalalala Lalalalala la Lalalala |2x A G La La La la La La La La