Boy at the window watches them come and go   The passing carnivals, the midnight shows   But autumn's lonely now summer's gone   Winter's sleeping to his evening song    A family photograph on the mantlepiece   Was he once there, or is it all a dream?   His sister Rosie dancing down below   He sees her secrets but never they are told       Where does he go? No one knows!   He never moves from his window       His mother's meeting with his Aunty Mo   Current buns dear, he used to love them so   He tells his stories to noone but the night   He's not surprised when he gets no reply       Starlit beauty of some sweet serenade   He's done this duty now he must be saved   The funeral march is beckoning, calling out his name   It's time for him to go now, isn't that a shame   Well, isn't that a shame   Isn't that a shame   Well, isn't that a shame       Where does he go? No one knows!   Now he's gone from his window