C D G
The rainfall in Morecambe embitters me
C D G
It soaks my hair and stings my cheeks
C D G
But you know that I am fond of you
C D
And all the things we're yet to do
C D G
Procrastination pay no heed of time
C D G
Pursue romance and beak and wine
C D G
But you know that they're all fond of you
C D
And all the things you claim you'll do
C Em G
You will meet her by the statue
C Em G
And you'll tell her what she wants to hear
C Em G
Dont you know that young hearts bruise so easily
C Em G
And you sound like Billy Liar My Dear
C D G
Local girl put your heart in his hands
C D G
Should it fall apart understand
C D G
You know that I am fond of you
C D
And all the things we will never do
C D
Her heart
Her heart
Her heart