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