Manchester

For a different kind of fella
This could fill you up forever
His wife's visions on the holy mountain angel feather
Relics on the kitchen table
Farm while you're fit and able
If Mary and Joseph knock here there's a fry up waiting in the stable

In the Croagh Patrick starlight the moon is close enough to hold
But the ocean left you here to get old then washed out to New York

He said woe betide there ain't a man alive who knows it like me
You can talk to me if anything at all but Manchester
Manchester ooh

This could do you good forever
If you hadn't known any better
If pounding rain's your favourite weather, live up on the hill
But my youth was really something
Money came and hearts were thumping
I don't like to think about leaving behind the thrill



Credits
Writer(s): James Andrew Grady
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