Rose, bay, willow herb Growing in a crack by the railway track Dusty sun on a red brick wall Summer's gone and the diesel's horn will Call me away Pale blue brewer's moon Glowing like a ghost in the afternoon There's a tizzy in the town on a Friday night People running 'round in a frantic flight and I'm on my way Shine a light in your hall Wave to me from your window When the leaves go brown As the gin goes down And the blue swan flies away Ship stands waiting by Gazing at the trains as the tide gets high There's a gale wind in from the estuary Somewhere must be a storm at sea But she's home and dry Doors slam, whistle blows River rising up where the long grass grows Then the wheel is thrown and the station shifts Out of sight as the vision drifts and I'm on my own And shine a light in your hall Wave to me from your window When the leaves go brown As the gin goes down And the blue swan flies away Shine a light in your hall Wave to me from your window When the leaves go brown As the gin goes down And the blue swan flies away