The Rumjacks - Kathleen | Текст песни

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A tribute from the singer to his Mother & Father.

When he fell to his knee she thought
He mustve spied a penny at his feet
And the water in his eye was just the rain
Over the Glasgow city street
She rifles through her coat
To find a cigarette,
A' to give her shakin hands something to do
'For Chrissakes Jimmy,
How longs it take to tie yer shoe?'

Kathleen, wont you take this ring?
Its not the worst thats ever happened
Or the cheapest piece o' shit youve evr seen
O Kathleen, while me hairs all me own
And I still have a song left to sing

Ive had enough o sleepin rough
I want a warm safe place of all me own
We can stack a pile o bricks out in the sticks
And build ourselves a home
And down all the years youll pretend not to notice
Ive been swappin all yer whisky for tea
When I go singin in the chapel
Youll go sittin three rows from me.

With that fire in yer belly
You can help me keep the wolves from the door
We can go to bed hungry
So the children dont know that we're poor
We'll teach em love tackles hate
And be they sinner or a saint
We can hold em up as heroes all the same
May they be strangers to the devil
And a choir o angels sing their name

When he fell to his knee she thought
He mustve had a crisis of the soul
And the sorrow in his eye was just him
Lookin for a steady hand to hold
'Through the laughter & the tears
We grew silver with the years
While so many gave each other up for dead'
Though at times they hardly spoke y'know
They stayed together, its just what people did.

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