Chelsea Morning - Andy Cowan
Written by:Andy Cowan/Howard Cairns
Where's cold in a summer time
When you travel all alone
The road is long like an old brick train
Borrow it from home
It feel like summer sun of gold
When you touch the sky on a chelsea mornin'
She looked at me calm and mysteriously
Said coming from the star
Come take up your own old coat
My love to keep you warm
Feel like summer sun of gold
When you touch the sky on a chelsea mornin'
As if within her lovin'arms
And I'm gathered by the sea
Fly us cool outside the door beneath the willow tree
We would wade
Into the water
Where the blue sky
Amidst the sea
We would wade
Into the water
When where forth and carefree
Feel that summer sun of gold
When you touch the sky on a chelsea mornin'
Gradual wind and some water
Take us to another shore
Peace of mind is all shown wide and suffering no more
Feel that summer sun of gold
When you touch the sky on a chelsea mornin'
Walkin on the beach and sunrise
Side by side
Hand in hand
Hold on miles and in between footprints in the sand
Am at footprints in the sand
Footprints in the sand
Feel that summer sun of gold
When you touch the sky on a chelsea mornin'
Feel that summer sun of gold
When you touch the sky