Edinburgh Castle

I woke up in the morning

seven twenty-four

Drank a cup of coffee

stepped out the door

I said Goodbye

to my old best friend

I took a ride

to the old West End

I walked along Princes Street

my feet were hurting bad

as I squirmed inside my shoes

I was thinking about my dad

There was the bones of a song

beatin' around my head

Unless I remember it wrong

this is what it said:

Edinburgh Castle hugging the sky

Cold grey stone, humourless and dry

Sitting like a cork on top of the town

One of these days I'm gonna blow you down

I jumped on a bus

a trusty number 23

to the Royal Botanical Gardens

where a ghost was calling me

I saw a brace of weeping willows,

a burnt and withered land

I saw a man and a little boy

holding hands

I scanned the skyline

It was like the backdrop of a play

I never saw your heartless beauty

until I'd been away

As I was climbing up The mound

it struck me like a chime

I must have dreamed this scene

about a thousand times!

Edinburgh Castle hugging the sky

Cold grey stone, humourless and dry

Sitting like a cork on top of the town

One of these days I'm gonna blow you down

I found myself on Forrest Road

feeling pretty sore

This city once was mine

but it ain't mine anymore

And here's my old school, "Jingling Geordie's"

and I must confess

I couldn't step through that gate

until I'm better dressed

Back at Waverly Station

half dead on my feet

I got on board the four forty-four,

promptly fell asleep

I woke up in Queen Street

at my journey's end

I've got to say it's totally great