Augie March Follow

Well, it tastes like a Sunday
There should be music in the front room
And the markets a'milling
With the people in the afternoon

And there's a question to be asked
If you're drinking alone
It's what horse were you thrown
From which riderless goes on

O, it must have been a near thing
But no novelty to you
All the trains and the buses
And the cinemas too

Breaking down the bloody town
All reared up like a snake
For goodness sake don't touch it
Or you'll never wake up

His father misses him
His mother misses him
His lady dreams of kissing him
Bring the sun back, bring the sun back

It's been dark, now it's cold
When the night falls, bring the sun back
Bring the sun back
It's a blackbird, he's in the belly

Well it's cold, it's cold
It's cold and it's cold
But you've a roof over your head
And a comfortable bed

Now I'll better, I'll be true
Doing things like I ought to
If this bird lands in the black lands
Of Tulla when it's due

His father misses him
His mother misses him
His lady dreams of kissing him
Bring the sun back, bring the sun back

It's been dark, now it's cold
When the night falls, bring the sun back
Bring the sun back

It's a blackbird, he's in the belly
It's a blackbird, he's in the belly
The night's a blackbird
We're in the belly