In one of your old shirts written by Alan.s.Robinson

In one of your old, shirts I take to the, road,

Heading north west through the, peak in the failing, light,

I stay for a while to, climb some little, hill,

Still I stand and trace the, darkening outline of the, land

In one of your old, shirts

In one of your old shirts I’m lost in some strange town

Driving down a one way road with nowhere obvious to turn

Looking for a flee bitten folk club in the back of beyond

To warm my heart with good fellowship

In one of your old shirts

In one of your old shirts I sing my best new song

To an audience who’d sooner hear one of Donovans or Dylans

I may not have the poetry, I may not have the voice

But my choice is to express myself

In one of your old shirts

Does this say I miss you?

Does this say I wish you hear?

Does this say I miss you?

Does say it’s been a lonely kind of year?

Does this say I miss you?

In one of your old shirts.

What’s that you say?

You wouldn’t like to fight the fella that fits.

Oh but I would.

I’d box his bloody ears.

In one of your old shirts