Lament of the Chiming Wedgebill Lyrics

Song	Lament of the Chiming Wedgebill
Artist	The Lucksmiths
Album	First Frost
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	When the wind’s from the north, love
	I can hear the railway line
	That low, lonesome whistle
	Comes floating through the night
	And I dream of departure
	Of a suitcase by the door
	And I wake in the morning
	As weary as before I fell asleep
	When the wind’s from the west, love
	I can smell the distant sea
	And ten thousand teardrops
	Come flooding back to me
	I’d almost forgotten
	How we spoke of setting sail
	That evening gin-sodden
	The moon a fingernail scratched in the sky
	For we’d seen the sorrow summer brings
	Where the chiming wedgebill sings
	“Oh why did you get drunk?
	Why did you get drunk?”
	But when the wind’s from the south, love
	You’re only half an hour from here
	I hardly need pedal
	And that hill just disappears
	The silos stands silent
	Down that endless railway line
	The district’s deserted
	The sunset might be mine
	And yours, of course
	But I’ve seen the sorrow summer brings
	Where the chiming wedgebill sings
	“Oh why did you get drunk?
	Why did you get drunk?
	Why did you get drunk?
	Oh why did you get drunk?”

	When the wind' s from the north, love
	I can hear the railway line
	That low, lonesome whistle
	Comes floating through the night
	And I dream of departure
	Of a suitcase by the door
	And I wake in the morning
	As weary as before I fell asleep
	When the wind' s from the west, love
	I can smell the distant sea
	And ten thousand teardrops
	Come flooding back to me
	I' d almost forgotten
	How we spoke of setting sail
	That evening ginsodden
	The moon a fingernail scratched in the sky
	For we' d seen the sorrow summer brings
	Where the chiming wedgebill sings
	" Oh why did you get drunk?
	Why did you get drunk?"
	But when the wind' s from the south, love
	You' re only half an hour from here
	I hardly need pedal
	And that hill just disappears
	The silos stands silent
	Down that endless railway line
	The district' s deserted
	The sunset might be mine
	And yours, of course
	But I' ve seen the sorrow summer brings
	Where the chiming wedgebill sings
	" Oh why did you get drunk?
	Why did you get drunk?
	Why did you get drunk?
	Oh why did you get drunk?"

	When the wind' s from the north, love
	I can hear the railway line
	That low, lonesome whistle
	Comes floating through the night
	And I dream of departure
	Of a suitcase by the door
	And I wake in the morning
	As weary as before I fell asleep
	When the wind' s from the west, love
	I can smell the distant sea
	And ten thousand teardrops
	Come flooding back to me
	I' d almost forgotten
	How we spoke of setting sail
	That evening ginsodden
	The moon a fingernail scratched in the sky
	For we' d seen the sorrow summer brings
	Where the chiming wedgebill sings
	" Oh why did you get drunk?
	Why did you get drunk?"
	But when the wind' s from the south, love
	You' re only half an hour from here
	I hardly need pedal
	And that hill just disappears
	The silos stands silent
	Down that endless railway line
	The district' s deserted
	The sunset might be mine
	And yours, of course
	But I' ve seen the sorrow summer brings
	Where the chiming wedgebill sings
	" Oh why did you get drunk?
	Why did you get drunk?
	Why did you get drunk?
	Oh why did you get drunk?"

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