Lancashire Lullaby

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