The Portrait

a portrait in a broken frame

the painter had fantastic fame

a broken cup they've found in Greece

we've seen the country on TV

never minding the yellow grass

look at things you got at last

the portrait in the broken frame

money that you spent in vain

a woodoo drum from distant islands

Campbell's house in the Highlands

never cleaning the window sill

how d'ya feel behind the wheel

the portrait in the broken frame

the secrets of the narrow lanes

a juke-box they've got in New York

and an old-fashioned family clock

never changing day after day

swimming in the orange bay

the portrait in the broken frame

a silver spoon on a golden chain

dust and years on the floor

never locking your back door

so you never change the signs

shining in the evening skies