salford sunday lyrics – richard thompson

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.

/ richard thompson lyrics