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Misty Morning, Albert Bridge Lyrics
I dreamt we were standing
By the banks of the Thames
Where the cold grey waters ripple
In the misty morning light
Held a match to your cigarette
Watched the smoke curl in the mist
Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us
Smiling at me
I awoke so cold and lonely
In a faraway place
The sun fell cold upon my face
The cracks in the ceiling spelt hell
Turned to the wall
Pulled the sheets around my head
Tried to sleep, and dream my way
Back to you again
Count the days
Slowly passing by
Step on a plane
And fly away
I'll see you then
As the dawn birds sing
On a cold and misty morning
By the Albert Bridge
By the banks of the Thames
Where the cold grey waters ripple
In the misty morning light
Held a match to your cigarette
Watched the smoke curl in the mist
Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us
Smiling at me
In a faraway place
The sun fell cold upon my face
The cracks in the ceiling spelt hell
Turned to the wall
Pulled the sheets around my head
Tried to sleep, and dream my way
Back to you again
Slowly passing by
Step on a plane
And fly away
I'll see you then
As the dawn birds sing
On a cold and misty morning
By the Albert Bridge
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This is about being on tour and missing your wife.
this song makes me weep.. that's what music should do..
I can't help to get a feel of an old black and white movie when I hear this song, the texture of it all, the cigarette the curling smoke. I guess every Irishman that ever set foot on that bridge wheter because of the ''troubles'' or any other reason has a unique take on this song. The instrumentation on this piece is just so grand and solemn I can't help but to feel my insides rise when I hear it, much like the ending of Body of an american; Uilleann pipes do it every time.
This song sounds like a typical Irish emigration sing except the writer misses London, not Ireland. The writer is in exile but the song does not specify where 'hell' is in this instance: this leaves it open to interpretation and therefore gives it a more universal meaning. It could be about a hostage in a far-off country or someone 'banged up abroad', perhaps on death row. Or it could be about someone deported from the UK, back to an oppressive regime. This lack of specifics makes the song all the more haunting. This is currently my favourite Pogues song and it wasn't even written by Shane!
That's right, it's one of Jem's songs.
That's right, it's one of Jem's songs.