Men They Couldn't Hang Island In The Rain
I'll take a journey through the town to dock gate one And there I'll take a ferry boat That ferry sails across the Solent waters deep To an island like a castle with a moat I'll leave the empty shores of Hythe and Netley Bay The smoke of Fawley soon will fade And I'll be bound where something undecided waits A memory or a useless masquerade Back to the island in the rain Before the season or the weather's change I'm searching for the ghosts that haunt this island view One looks like me one has the face of you I'll go to bars we used to go to every day To Tennyson's statue carved in stone It's stayed the same throughout the passing of the years But we were made of faithless flesh and bone This time of year it rains on every empty beach This time of year the summer souvenirs are gone No slot machines, candy floss or novelties Like love affairs picked up and lost along the prom There's only lovers walking in the rain The way we did before another sea-son came Ghosts, shadows, spirits of a dream Or just players in a scene?
