Текст песни Chumbawamba - 8. Walking the Penine Way
Chumbawamba - 8. Walking the Penine Way слова песни
It`s not so much the distance nor the time it takesIt`s not even the cold nor the pains or achesI can cope with blisters and the weight of my packAnd I don`t mind the rain if I`ve got my macBut have I cursed Wainwright in my timeTo be fair, he said it`s all muck and slimeThe creeping sludge, the never-ending peatIt were that that nearly finished me, it nearly had me beatPeat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogsYou`d never credit it--they burn the stuff instead of logsPeat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogsWell it`s such a funny stuff is peat, it`s nature`s own glueIt got to me, it did, and by the end of day, tooI thought, I`m only carrying on so that I can sayIf I`ve done nothing else, I`ve walked the Penine wayBut I did it seven years ago, so why do it again?Well I don`t really know, and I didn`t know thenUnless it`s this that`s been nagging at my nogginPeat bogs and me have got this love/hate thingPeat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogsYou`d never credit it--they burn the stuff instead of logsPeat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogs