Lancashire Lullaby

Lyrics
Lancashire is sleeping as a frail bronchitic moon Climbs into a sulphur sky Mums in back bedrooms are wheezing a tune A Lancashire lullaby Father's in the bathroom washing off all the muck Before going out on the ale Stars are shimmering lovely in the oil drips from his truck As the coalman's party hits the trail For a thousand years or more such men have told the tale Of how the little infant Christ came And if the story somehow should reach this far and fail Guess who, guess who is gonna blame Ah, the sound of neighbours' tomcats as they permanently fight In the diesel fumes that float by If you hеar some breaking bottles еchoing through the night It's a Lancashire lullaby [Instrumental break] Ah, the sound of neighbours' tomcats as they permanently fight In the diesel fumes that float by If you hear some breaking bottles echoing through the night It's a Lancashire lullaby [Instrumental break] For a thousand years or more such men have told the tale Of how the little infant Christ came And if the story somehow should reach this far and fail Guess who, guess who is gonna blame Ah, the sound of neighbours' tomcats as they permanently fight In the diesel fumes that float by If you hear some breaking bottles echoing through the night It's a Lancashire lullaby
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Credits
- Writers
- Peter Skellern