Mr. McGonagle sits on the chimneytop wondering how he got there
|
A minute ago he was in his bed sleeping and now he¡¯s way up in the air
|
Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything
|
Who knows if we¡¯ll still be here, we could be there.
|
|
Mrs. McDonagh was playing her banjo and singing a sweet lullaby
|
When all of a sudden there came a great crash, now she¡¯s flying way up in the sky
|
Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything
|
Who knows if we¡¯ll still be here, we could be there.
|
|
Young Joseph Egan was cleaning his motorcar one Sunday morning in May
|
When out of the bonnet that there came a great giant and carried young Joseph away
|
Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything
|
Who knows if we¡¯ll still be here, we could be there.
|
|
|
|
Vocals: Gerry Rafferty
|
|
-----------------
|
Song For Simon
|
Gerry Rafferty |