St. Swithin's Day - Billy Bragg

Thinking back now

I suppose you were just stating your views

What was it all for?

For the weather or the battle of Agincourt

And the times that we all hoped would last

Like a train they have gone by so fast

And though we stood together

By the edge of the platform

We were not moved by them

With my own hands

When I make love to your memory

It’s not the same

I miss the thunder

I miss the rain

And the fact that you don’t understand

Casts a shadow over this land

But the sun still shines

From behind it

Thanks all the same

But I cannot bring myself to answer your letter

It’s not your fault

But your honesty touches me like a fire

The polaroids that keep us together

Will surely fade away

Like the love that we sopke of forever

On St. Swithins Day…