Musical Shed
By day the quarrymen
The music band understand
6 long month's they must wait
till their next recording session
They won't play the ashes all summer
In the winter garden
With the shed at the bottom
Until the snow subsidies again
So pack away the grand piano
Bass drum
Guitars
And clarinet
Time to reflect
And begin writing
A new album
New song's for a new dawn
Once the shed is brought to life again
Music rising from the rafters
Instruments in backbeat unison
Singing and playing
We haven't seen the ashes all summer
The musical shed is back in business
Back to Liverpool again
The home of working class
Musical theater
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