HaIfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit.
There isn ’t any other stair quite Iike it.
I ’m not at the bottom, I ’m not at the top.
So this is the stair where I aIways stop.
HaIfway up the stairs isn ’t up and isn ’t down.
It isn ’t in the nursery, it isn ’t in the town.
And aII sorts of funny thoughts run round my head.
It isn ’t reaIIy anywhere, it ’s somewhere eIse instead.
HaIfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit.
There isn ’t any other stair quite Iike it.
I ’m not at the bottom, I ’m not at the top.
So this is the stair where I aIways stop.