City of Mine

Wake up the sun, come kiss my head
Sink in the warmness of this bed
What a joy, to be a boy, in 1839
Open wide, it's summertime, middle of July

Smells of the freshly-baked bread
Dream of the day that lies ahead
Like two hands they intertwine
This beautiful city and I

But right across town the frowns multiply
This beautiful city of mine

Oh here the city beats but lies so weary
Rusted pipes they cough and witches wail
Another place you wouldn't find so eerie
The stench of shit and steam and ancient ale

Tears down alleys stream; the red, yellow and green
What's a boy to do in '39?

And if you seek the ending of this plunder
Dejected from this wretched, cheerless place
Darkness will consume and take you under
This city's gonna be your last embrace

Tears down alleys stream; the red, yellow and green
What's a boy to do in '39?
But give in to the night and share in its blight
This beautiful city of mine



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Powell
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