PAPER BOY The first job I ever had was delivering newspapers in the village of Kilmaurs, Ayrshire, Scotland. Those early mornings gave me a feeling of freedom and contentment and the paper opened the world to me. I hope I'll always be that paper boy. Down to the agent's shop I'd go I'd shoulder my bag down the Irvine Road Past the council houses, row on row When I was a paper boy With the Daily Record and the People's Friend I'd go down to the Sunnyside again Under the bridge where the railway bends When I was a paper boy And my feet flew in the morning light Racing the dawn as the sky grew bright And everything in the world was right When I was a paper boy I'd walk the morning and the empty streets Would ring to the sound of my own two feet And I'd walk in step to my own heartbeat When I was a paper boy As the rain rolled down the back of my neck I delivered the news of death and sex Rhodesia, Speck and Malcolm X When I was a paper boy Crow in a tree top way up high Hung as a warning, left to die And the moaning wind in the morning sky When I was a paper boy Words and Music: ©David Francey (Ayer's Cliff, Quebec, February 24, 1998)