Fall - Terry Waite Sez Lyrics

Terry Waite Sez Terry Waite Sez Terry Waite Sez Give us a ring, give us a ring if you're Mister Big Sounding sour and frustrated With the pressure of his own life. Terry Waite Sez Terry Waite Sez There are trees, painted white doves Send us something [slip us something?] Send us something 50 [blocks] at the hill provincial [parks] Let the real reverend walk He plans but they won't let him in Terry Waite Sez Terry Waite! Fall Lyrics Terry Waite Sez Lyrics