Song Description
An ode to Liverpool
Song Length |
3:36 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock, Rock - Classic |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Cheerful, Blissful |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
See the sun rise over Liverpool, watch the sea gulls climb on thermal blooms,
see the eastern dawn of the crimson sky, through orange, yellow and blue.
There was something that John Lennon said, that everyone loves you when you?re dead,
unwritten songs under every bed, this towns been painted in bright red.
Silhouetted trees on the morning sky, another day on Merseyside
The ferry waiting for the tide, city centre quiet now.
The boats and ships bob in the dock, the Liver birds sat on their clock.
The rivers calm and time has stopped, the empty streets and deserted shops.
No traffic now to clog Queen?s Drive, the wind blows round the tower blocks.
The moon hangs in the flawless sky, sinking neath the chimney tops.
The Anglican cathedral squats, its built of solid sandstone rock,
It?s vaults and arches whispering, with not a human soul within.
tunnels neath the river bed, like empty veins they?re almost dead
old echos in the Cavern Club these dead red cells that once were blood
See the sun rise over Liverpool, watch the sea gulls climb on thermal blooms,
see the eastern dawn of the crimson sky, through orange, yellow and blue.
No Camel Lairds to build new ships, no White Star Line in Birkenhead,
still inside some dusty draw, Titanic plans still gather dust.