Will Cookson - The Antique Toy lyrics

Sepia-toned waiting alone to be sold Where is the boy now his precious toy is getting old Where are the times the rosy times of long ago Who is this man whose are these hands that he holds Now all your colours are fading Through a life of waiting For someone to come and take you home Cheer up they said paint on a smile and be a clown And just go to bed if this wooden life gets you down Now all your colours are fading Through a lifetime waiting For someone to come and take you home