Salford Sunday Lyrics

von Richard Thompson

In 'Salford Sunday' von Richard Thompson erleben wir die Gedanken eines Mannes, der an einem trüben Sonntag in Salford r... weiterlesen

Lyrics

Salford Sunday
Skies are weeping
Dawn is creeping
Through the blind
Salford Sunday
And I'm aching
For the night
I left behind
Salford Sunday
Morning after

Base drum beating
In my head
Sunday papers
Talking scandal
And a cold side of the bed
For I left a
Weeping willow
She should be
Lying on my pillow
If I wasn't such a hardnose
Such a perfect
Waste of time
Salford Sunday
And I'm dreaming
And it's all
In black and white
I do better
Oh, When I'm dreaming
Better than
I did last night
Salford Sunday
And I'm walking
Though the rain
Is pelting down
There's a train goes
Back to London
I hate to leave
This ugly town
For I left
A weeping willow
She should be
Lying on my pillow
If I wasn't
Such a hardnose
Such a perfect
Waste of time
Salford Sunday
Skies are weeping
Dawn is creeping
Though the blind
Salford Sunday
And I'm aching
For the night
I left behind
For the night
I left behind.

Writer(s): Richard Thompson
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In 'Salford Sunday' von Richard Thompson erleben wir die Gedanken eines Mannes, der an einem trüben Sonntag in Salford reflektiert. Die 'weeping skies... weiterlesen