Great, old, sprawling, majestic city Embrace me withdrawn, tired and glum Emerging from underground Into the cold autumn rain
Wet pavements reflect theatre lights Tortured mind reflects on the past Things that long ago were agreed upon Which I time and again agonise over Believing they were taken wrong
There was another city There was another river There were stately spires There was midnight twilight
In that city rain was still bringing joy Nothing looked like something soon to be lost In that city I still had that will and power to smile And above all, under that rain I still saw that fiery red hair
No more
Dark, cool, bitter, delicious hand-pulled pint Quench my thirst in the crowded pub Four tall, stately, weathered smoke chimneys Dwarf me coldly as I walk wearily by Down the rain-whipped wharf Immersed in dispiriting thoughts Not feeling the late evening cold Only the pain of the totally Unneeded loss
There will be more pain Tomorrow is rain againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
