When he fell to his knee she thought He must’ve spied a penny at his feet And the water in his eye was just the rain Over the Glasgow city street She rifles through her coat To find a cigarette A’ to give her shakin’ hands something to do ‘For Chrissakes Jimmy How longs it take to tie yer shoe?’
Kathleen, won’t you take this ring? It’s not the worst that’s ever happened Or the cheapest piece o’ shit you’ve ever seen O Kathleen, while me hairs all me own And I still have a song left to sing
I’ve had enough o sleepin’ rough I want a warm safe place of all me own We can stack a pile o bricks out in the sticks And build ourselves a home And down all the years you’ll pretend not to notice I’ve been swappin’ all yer whisky for tea When I go singin’ in the chapel You’ll go sittin’ three rows from me
With that fire in yer belly You can help me keep the wolves from the door We can go to bed hungry So the children don’t know that we’re poor We’ll teach em love tackles hate And be they sinner or a saint We can hold em up as heroes all the same May they be strangers to the devil And a choir o angels sing their name
When he fell to his knee she thought He must’ve had a crisis of the soul And the sorrow in his eye was just him Lookin’ for a steady hand to hold ‘Through the laughter & the tears We grew silver with the years While so many gave each other up for dead’ Though at times they hardly spoke y’know They stayed together, it’s just what people did
