Irene ©

It's a rainy day in Glasgow
And I'm looking out the window
Into your tears of sadness
When the curtain fell between us

In The Sheuchan Arms I saw you once
Grey blue flames alive in gentle eyes
And saw us in the distance
In the wars of lips and sighs

Chorus:
Our dancing days were over then
Our lips would never touch again
Irene, you'll never hold me like
You did through all those long gone nights

Autumn's chain of breathless whisper
Fell from our lips like falling leaves
My back against that jagged fence
As neighbours passed us in the street

The chords of Southern Man crash through
The bars of time to thoughts of you
Hands on thighs on the teeming floor
As we danced through fire at the Port

Chorus:
Your father's cries through moonlit haze
Carried on the midnight breeze
Brought streaming tears, our last farewell
By the red brick wall where young love fell

I'm glad true love has found you since
Though life has cost you, as it does,
But I remember fondly still
Those flames and sighs when we were young