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The Restorer
- Phil Potter -

The Restorer (1978)

 

He was raised
on the poorer side of town
where they never had much money
But it never got him down
And the young man had a gift
to make the most of everything
And the poorer people said
he had the wisdom of a king

He went out into the streets
and the crowded market places
He saw poverty all around him
So many unhappy faces
He said "Bring me your old and broken
things you were gonna throw away"
And he told them all about his trade
And they followed him from that day

He took old things
and he made them new again
Any old thing they could think of
He could mend
From a dirty old broken vase
Bring your rags, all your worn out parts
They called him the Restorer
They said that he'd go far

Well the town began to prosper
As he taught them more and more
The people came from miles around
with their treasures to restore
And the little town grew famous
As the poorer folk grew wise
Though there were many men
who hated him
Cause he tried to change their lives

They said "Who do you think you are
now? What are you trying to do?"
He said "I'm the Restorer.
I just love to make things new."
So they threw him in the dungeons
Till the day he passed away
Then they turned to him in scorn
And said "Restore yourself today"

But as the years passed on
It seemed the story never died
Though many a time
the work of the Restorer was denied
But the pioneers of progress never
kept them down for long, no no no
And everywhere today you hear
the old Restorer's song

He takes old things
And he makes them new again
Any old thing you can think of
He can mend
From a dirty old broken vase
Bring your rags, all your worn out parts
They call him the Restorer
And he can mend your broken heart
They call him the Restorer
He'll even mend your broken heart

 

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