Clitheroe Kid

I once walked winter fields,

Busted ground with a farmers till,

With icy breath I tasted fate,

Rattled corn from a frozen state.

From Clitheroe to Cromwell Square,

I parted south from winters glare,

Way before the church bells chime,

I’m choking for air on the Circle Line.

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One more day in the London rain,

I’m slipping below the line of pain,

My, these women sure walk fine,

But boys I’m blue and I’m lost in time.

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I held still for a shooting star,

Speeding silent way up there in the dark,

Like you like me I seek quietude,

Thanks for listening to the homesick blues.*

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Irish linen with boots to match,

I’m not so sure how long I’ll last,

The heavy rain bruised my skin,

I’m thinkin’ of home and the Clitheroe Kid.