Текст песни Gerry Rafferty - Song For Simon
Gerry Rafferty - Song For Simon слова песни
Mr. McGonagle sits on the chimneytop wondering how he got thereA minute ago he was in his bed sleeping and now he`s way up in the airWho knows what the day will bring, it could bring anythingWho knows if we`ll still be here, we could be there.Mrs. McDonagh was playing her banjo and singing a sweet lullabyWhen all of a sudden there came a great crash, now she`s flying way up in the skyWho knows what the day will bring, it could bring anythingWho knows if we`ll still be here, we could be there.Young Joseph Egan was cleaning his motorcar one Sunday morning in MayWhen out of the bonnet that there came a great giant and carried young Joseph awayWho knows what the day will bring, it could bring anythingWho knows if we`ll still be here, we could be there.Vocals: Gerry Rafferty