The Streets of Whiterun - London Symphony Orchestra

Along these broken pavements I let my mind run free The past and the present Seem just the same to me The people I have loved most Among these stones they dwell And in the cleanest language The stories they did tell They pass, they pass, they pass, they pass The streets of Edinburgh Hold half the world for me In scores, in droves, the living and the ghosts The streets of Edinburgh Mean most to me Depending on your view point This place is blessed or cursed And in the years I've lived here I've seen the best and worst An air of sordid passion A look of dirty grace But not right in your face It's not that kind of place They pass, they pass, they pass, they pass The streets of Edinburgh Hold half the world for me In scores, in droves, the living and the ghosts The streets of Edinburgh Mean most to me Down greasy potholed roadways I watch the traffic crawl But for the cars and busses I give no thought at all I think about the future I wonder at her health How with this human wealth She does renew herself They pass, they pass, they pass, they pass The streets of Edinburgh Hold half the world for me In scores, in droves, the living and the ghosts The streets of Edinburgh Mean most to me

Motorcars Handlebars Bicycles for two Broken hearted jubilee Parachutes Army boots Sleeping bags for two Na na na na na jamboree Buy, buy Motorcars Handlebars Bicycles for two Broken hearted jubilee Parachutes Army boots Sleeping bags for you Na na na jamboree Buy The shop window "Why why?", says the sign In the yard "Buy buy", says the sign In the shop window "Why why?", says the junk In the yard