I woke up in the morning Seven twenty-four Drank a cup of coffee Stepped out the door I said Goodbye To my old best friend I took a ride To the old West End
I walked along Princes Street My feet were hurting bad As I squirmed inside my shoes I was thinking about my dad There was the bones of a song Beatin' around my head Unless I remember it wrong This is what it said:
Edinburgh Castle hugging the sky Cold grey stone, humourless and dry Sitting like a cork on top of the town One of these days I'm gonna blow you down
I jumped on a bus A trusty number 23 To the Royal Botanical Gardens Where a ghost was calling me I saw a brace of weeping willows A burnt and withered land I saw a man and a little boy Holding hands
I scanned the skyline It was like the backdrop of a play I never saw your heartless beauty Until I'd been away As I was climbing up The mound It struck me like a chime I must have dreamed this scene About a thousand times !
Edinburgh Castle hugging the sky Cold grey stone, humourless and dry Sitting like a cork on top of the town One of these days I'm gonna blow you down
I found myself on Forrest Road Feeling pretty sore This city once was mine But it ain't mine anymore And here's my old school, "Jingling Geordie's" And I must confess I couldn't step through that gate Until I'm better dressed
Back at Waverly Station Half dead on my feet I got on board the four forty-four Promptly fell asleep I woke up in Queen Street At my journey's end I've got to say it's totally great To be back in Glasgow again !
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