She stayed with me until
She moved to Notting Hill
She said it was the place she needs to be
Where the cocaine is Fair Trade
And frequently displayed
Is the Buena Vista Social Club CD
I thought she’d be back in 3 weeks
And we’d go wandering the peaks
Sojourning in my Uncle Joe’s ashram
For when you’re in Matlock Bath
You don’t need Sylvia Plath
Not while they’ve got Mrs Gibson’s jam
Songtexte
Alas, I’m brooding alone by the runnel
While she’s in Capri with her swain
And the light at the end of the tunnel
Is the light of an oncoming train
Well we both grew up in Eyam
And strange as it may seem
Neither of us thought we’d ever leave
But the beak in Leek is weak
And she’s moved in so to speak
With featureless TV producer Steve
And now it’s all Eva Cassidy and Aphids in Picardy
And so I can only ascertain
That the light at the end of the tunnel
Is the light of an oncoming train
No frills, handy for the hills, that’s the way you spell New Mills!
Brooding alone by the runnel
While she’s in Capri with her swain
And the light at the end of the tunnel
Is the light of an oncoming train
Is the light of an oncoming train
Is the light of an oncoming train
Ol’ time religion
Gimme that ol’ time religion
Gimme that ol’ time religion
It’s good enough for me
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