richard thompson
salford sunday
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 Bass 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 hard nose Such a perfect Waste of time  Salford Sunday And I'm dreaming And it's all In black and white I do better 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 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 hard nose Such a perfect Waste of time  Salford Sunday Skies are weeping Dawn is creeping Through the blind Salford Sunday And I'm aching For the night I left behind For the night I left behind