It's springtime but I still miss the streets at dawn

And in the morning walking your bridges home

As I sit and stare at all of England's souls

I tell you something

I wish I was in Edinburgh

I don't mind being by myself

Don't wanta be anywhere else

Just wanna be in Edinburgh

I wish I was an Edinburgh man

You can leave me on the shelf

I'm an Edinburgh man myself

I will always give you help

It's summertime but I still miss your skies so clear

Sitting and staring on a beach somewhere

I'll tell you something

I wish I was in Edinburgh

Don't give a toss about private wealth

And history just repeats itself

Keep me away from the Festival

And just give me a warm quarter-gill*

They say you project yourself

But I'm an Edinburgh man myself

It's wintertime and i still see the cobble stones

Clacking over your streets at dawn

I was really poor since I left Edinburgh

I'm OK just by myself

Cause our miserable king won't protect us from ourselves

How I wish I was in Edinburgh

How I wish I was in Edinburgh

I was always in good health

I'm an Edinburgh man myself

I will always give you help

I'm an Edinburgh man myself

[ A quarter-gill is British slang for a double measure --Ed.]