Lyrics

London Trip - © Ciarán Mac Gowan

‘Twas a hard, bright, thrilling morning,
Riding on a plane that was drawing,
Closer to the mainland of England,
To spend some time.

On a sea of surf, we were riding,
Frozen in the air, right beside them,
With a bright red sun, just to light them,
And I couldn’t speak a word.

I was met with a smile, ‘so happy to see you,
Come and stay a while, I’m glad to be near you,
Let me carry your bags, I’m sure it will please you,
To come on home’.

A little walk on King’s, steppin’ through the traffic,
Out into the race, I looked upon the plastic,
Window shopping faces, how I used to hate them,
But now I didn’t mind.

Chorus: And it made me sing . . .
In a place where once before I found it hard to survive,
Ain’t it funny how your friends can make you feel so alive, To be there.
And it made me sing . . .

On a hard, bright, thrilling morning,
Riding on a plane that was drawing,
Closer to the mainland of England,
To spend some time.

Took a trip downtown, stepped into an office,
With discs on the wall, ‘hello how are you,
Have you met us all, come in and have a coffee, Boy you’re lookin’ fine’.

We’ve got an evening planned, looking though the papers,
Never mind the ads, ‘cause we’ve a few capers,
Up our sleeves, maybe see you later,
That’s if you got the time.
And it made me sing . . .

On a hard, bright, thrilling morning, Riding on a plane that was drawing, Closer to the mainland of England, To spend some time.
And it made me sing . . .