Roy Harper - Three Hundred Words/Hope lyrics

I remember Pat Tetley and romping in gra** That was tall at the back of the cricket field Trying to catch glimpses of knickers and a** While over the fence they yelled ooed and roared As Ramadhin, Weekes and Frank Worrell all scored I was just a bit young for my own wicked way And ended up autograph hunting a prey The like of which I'd never seen before A different world I suddenly saw and more They were big and so dark so alive and so fit Mysterious black men with sparkling smiles And white kit They inspired me a bit I remember John Lever stood down deep fine leg in my way Trying to see round him while trying to fathom What England were doing and then being fixed By the sight of his socks They were grey and quite holey and so were his boots What was this? I tought laughing they could have grown roots They'd look white on the box But there in the flesh they weren't even approx And there was his sweater as yellow as well It must have been inside the kennel a spell And with fourt plastic pints swimming blurring the sight It was then that I realised that even titanium dioxide Isn't quite white I remember young Foxy walk out to the crease With my heart in his mouth And wafting apiece Smackin' a few Punchin' holes in the sightscreen The Argonaut with the golden fleece With a blade of new willow outside the off stump When he was out I was and shared in the fate I was gutted or sated or just a bit late On the stroke: What was that? Of the clock? Ah yes all those memories Summer and all those great knocks And Pat Tetley still sending those messages All of these years From my brain to my box