The Pogues Singles

The Pogues - Misty Morning, Albert Bridge

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1989 - WEA Records

TRACK LIST

01 |
 Misty Morning, Albert Bridge
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02 |
 Cotton Fields
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03 |
 Young Ned of the Hill (Dub version)
04 |
 Train of Love
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Lyrics

I dreamt we were standing
By the banks of the Thames
Where the cold grey waters ripple
In the misty morning light
Held a match to your cigarette
Watched the smoke curl in the mist
Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us
Smiling at me

I awoke alone and lonely
In a faraway place
The sun fell cold upon my face
The cracks in the ceiling spelt hell
Turned to the wall
Pulled the sheets around my head
Tried to sleep, and dream my way
Back to you again

Count the days
Slowly passing by
Step on a plane
And fly away
I'll see you then
As the dawn birds sing
On a cold and misty morning
By the Albert Bridge
Now the party's over
And the money's all gone
You remember feeling like
Jesus' son
Your girl has left your side
And now you're gonna get crucified

They're gonna crucify you
Crucify you
Crucify you
Crucify you
In those old cotton fields back home

Too late to joke or crack a smile
You gotta carry
That shit up that drunken mile
When they put the electrodes
In your brain
Even your mother won't know you're sane
First lord nelson's sunken ships
Now steve lillywhite's drunken mix
Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
And heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as night
Upon a windswept sky
To walk the purple heather
And hear the westwind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die

Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
There's some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron
Who are not afraid to die
Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight

Of one such man I'd like to speak
A rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
They put a price upon his head
His name is know in song and story
His deeds are legends still
And murdered for blood money
Was young Ned of the hill

You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That will forge and iron will
As long as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the hill
The sun slips through the broken blinds Through the dusty panes And casts a shadow across the bed Where you and I once lay
Your perfume lingers though you've gone My poor ol' heart will break I'm lonesome as the whistle On the evening train

The jukebox plays a sad old song I pray to God above That you'll come riding back to me On a train of love
I walk down to the station And watch the trains go by And stare into my coffee Just looking for a sign
That one day you'll step off that train And forgive me for my crimes Take my hand and walk with me Till the end of the line
The jukebox plays a sad old song I pray to God above That you'll come riding back to me On a train of love
I never knew I was lucky Till my luck all slipped away I gambled with the Devil And the Devil made me pay

My dreams never came true Like the roses never bloomed They withered and they died In this empty room
The light is gone, the night is here The day is left behind The rumble of a distant train Slithers through my mind

Your photograph is faded But the memory still remains Your eyes burn in the tail lights On the midnight train
The jukebox plays a sad old song I pray to God above That you'll come riding back to me On a train of love
The jukebox plays a sad old song I pray to God above That you'll come riding back to me On a train of love Train of love, train of love

The jukebox plays a sad old song I pray to God above That you'll come riding back to me On a train of love
The jukebox plays a sad old song I pray to God above That you'll come riding back to me On a train of love Train of love, train of love, train of love