It's a rainy day in Glasgow
And I'm looking out the window here
Into your tears of sadness
When the curtain fell between us
In The Sheuchan Arms I saw you
Grey blue flames alive in gentle eyes
And saw us in the distance
In the war of lips and sighing
(chorus)
Our dancing days were over then
And our lips would never touch again
Irene, you'll never hold me like
You did through all those long gone nights
Through that autumn breathless whispers
flared between us in the gloamin' heat
My back against that jagged fence
As your neighbours passed us in the street
Now the chords of Southern Man crash
Through the bars of time to thoughts of you
So close upon the teeming floor
As we danced through fire at the Port
(chorus)
Our dancing days are over then
And our lips can never touch again
Irene, I'll never hold you like
I did through all those long gone nights
Then streaming tears, our last farewell
By the red brick wall where young love fell
But I remember fondly still
Those flames and sighs when we were young
Now the bells are ringing softly
through the tears and precious memories
It's so sad that we've lost you
And to say goodbye to you dear
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It takes skill to keep nostalgia from turning soft. Secret here is keeping the lines in easy harness. It's been years-looking for familar yeomen, alas, quite few. drbill