John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding - Peeling Bark lyrics
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Yesterday he was walking through the park On the way back from work it was getting dark He saw autumn trees with their peeling bark She was sitting on a bench He didn't think she'd look twice you see But she looked three times or so it would seem The rain started up it began to teem And she was getting drenched She started to run but he caught up quickly And he was wearing sunglasses it was hard to see Then she hit him with a moving plea Could I please share your umbrella Well he just smiled and he let her in And they walked through the rain like Siamese twins He doesn't normally pick up girls he thinks it's a sin He just not that sort of fella She told him where she lived and she told him her name And he tried her patience, she tried to play games He wanted to be with her though his excuse was lame I was going that way anyway Her flat in a house it was three miles out Right next to a train track and he had to shout She said I'm a dancer, she twirled about And asked him if he wanted to stay His clothes were really wet he should have taken them off But he was embarrassed cos he thought she'd laugh But then she insisted when she heard him cough She went to make some tea And he was wearing just a towel to keep him warm And he saw that she liked Somerset Maugham She took the Guardian so she could be better informed But she wasn't interested politically She seemed rather nonchalant Time went fast, time came to leave But in that room he thought he was Adam, she was Eve He wasn't lying and she wasn't deceived And neither knew what to say But everything seemed to be going down fine Til she gave him a leaving sign And he asked her 'Why?', he said 'Is the fault all mine?' She just said 'No, I've had a bad day' So he wandered back to town in the drizzling rain And he wondered if he'd ever see her again He wanted to walk with her down lover's lane And it started to make him cry Cos his life was turning cartwheels, all his cards were down In the circus of existence, he always played a clown He wanted a slice of forever as he turned into town And he felt her memory die But today he was walking through the park On the way back from work it was still getting dark He saw autumn trees with their peeling bark And she was still sitting on that bench