Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Edinburgh Castle , by - Mike Scott. Song from the album Bring 'Em All In, in the genre ПопRelease date: 17.09.1995
Record label: Chrysalis
Song language: English
Edinburgh Castle |
| 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 ! |
| Edinburgh Castle hugging the sky |
| Cold grey stone, humourless and dry |
| Sitting like a cork on top of my town |
| One of these days I’m gonna blow you down |