Peat Fire Morning

Peat fire morning, buckets full Boots go clap under dressing gown wool Weather girl smiles with her bright blonde hairdo The news ain't good, but the sun's out soon How do you do? How's about you? How do you do? How's about you? Evergreen sways in the salt air singing We ran like hell till we fell down grinning Over the hedge to the old bag neighbour With a face so sour, we should go together How do you do? How's about you? How do you do? How's about you? Old man winks with his eyes wide open Tilt of the head and into the bar room Preacher spits on the high street corner Of the firey pit and the island mourners How do you do? How's about you? How do you do? How's about you?