There was no sun today
grey skies were in the way
there in the silent rain
I'm walking home again
Just past the village square
I see your old house there
I'm walking down the street
there on pebble beach
I idle down with haunting memories
of empty church yards and cemeteries
and running through the open field
I'll race you down to the old Sawmill
I thought that we would shine forever
I thought that we were far too clever
to let our love slip through our hands
then disappear in the shifting sands
of time.
There was no sun today
not since you've gone away
here in the silent rain
I'm walking home again
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth