Myfanwy
David Essex · Other Songs - David Essex
White o'er the playpen the sheen of her dress,
Fresh from the bathroom and soft in the nursery
Soap scented fingers I long to caress.
Were you a prefect and head of your dormit'ry?
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym?
Who was your favourite? Who had a crush on you?
Which were the baths where they taught you to swim?
Smooth down the Avenue glitters the bicycle,
Black-stockinged legs under navy blue serge,
Home and Colonial, Star, International,
Balancing bicycle leant on the verge.
Trace me your wheel-tracks, you fortunate bicycle,
Out of the shopping and into the dark,
Back down the avenue, back to the pottingshed,
Back to the house on the fringe of the park.
Golden the light on the locks of Myfanwy,
Golden the light on the book on her knee,
Finger marked pages of Rackham's Hans Anderson,
Time for the children to come down to tea.
Oh! Fullers angel-cake, Robertson's marmalade,
Liberty lampshade, come shine on us all,
My! what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy,
Some in the alcove and some in the hall.
Then what sardines in half-lighted passages!
Locking of fingers in long hide-and-seek.
You will protect me, my silken Myfanwy,
Ring leader, tom-boy, and chum to the weak.
Myfanwy by David Essex
David Essex's 'Myfanwy' stands as a defining track from his early career, capturing the essence of the 1970s pop and adult contemporary sound. The song showcases Essex's distinctive vocal style, characterized by a smooth, emotive delivery that became a hallmark of his recordings during this era. Released alongside other notable works in his discography, the track exemplifies the melodic sophistication and romantic themes prevalent in his catalogue. It remains a significant piece in the history of British pop music, reflecting the artistic maturity Essex achieved before his later commercial resurgence. The recording serves as a testament to his ability to craft emotionally resonant songs that have endured over decades.