Gary Miller Songs

"As a song poet there are few in the world today to match him"
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Fortune Weaver

 

Lyrics

Hello Charles, hello James

How are you today?

Here is a tidy sum

That I would like to pay


You may call it a token

Of my high esteem

Not a spurious backhander

In some illicit scheme


Then arise, arise Sir John

Our Knight of the Cleaver

In honour of your service

As a fortune weaver


Though I have got my fingers

In many a pork pie

You will hear the truth of it

For I cannot tell a lie


So let’s get to the meat of it

I’m quite the entrepreneur

I shit gold for breakfast

How I wish you could be there


We’ve had our eye on you

You’ve made us a believer

We’ll put our faith in you

As a fortune weaver


Here’s tender from my cattle

And profit from my coal

No beast nor man has suffered

In payment of the toll


This pile is from my properties

And you will understand

None of the rents collected

Were done so underhand


We’ve watched you rise to Mayor

You are a great conceiver

In turning all to gold

As a fortune weaver


I’ve been accused of heavy-handedness 

On mortgages and loans

But I would never see poor families

Evicted from their homes


I’m simply a philanthropist

Trying to do his best

To support the aged, the widowed

The poor and the oppressed


We see not the shady face

Of a bold deceiver

Just the gentle honest grace

Of a fortune weaver


So rise again as Baronet

Oh mighty high achiever

In further honour of your skill

As a fortune weaver



(Gary Miller)


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Helen's initial illustration for 'The Butcher Baronet' © 2018

Illustration by Helen Temperley © 2019

 

Illustration by Helen Temperley © 2019

 

Notes

 

Currently Unreleased