BLUEMOMENT

An invitation on an email letter
To Visit Tarbert now that seems much better
Oh how my poor heed stings
These foolish things
Remind me of Rhu

The Ardencaple on a breezy friday
Shard fell in and oh how it made my day
And how the silly old sod -
Thought he was God
He hadnae a clew

Then Long John Sadler and his wee pal Jimi
They took tae dancin in a kind of shimmy
They were the lang and the small
Wi ainly yin Ball
Reminds me of you

That old park bench that Para left his fags on
The very same one Webbie had a sh*g on
How Silkies wee thong strings
Look such foolish things
Reminds me of you

The sight of Claymore's empty mooring
Fenders thrown aside, the hard enduring
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you

Several nichts and no sleep ahm fair knacker'd
The gentle hum o' the eberspacher
Hi! It's yoor turn tae pay ye wee facker!
These foolish things remind me of you