Craig Herbertson Demarco (the Road To Meikle Seggie)
And there was Sunday morning
Church bells hanging on air
Making all my breath cathedral
Demarco
And the world was cast in sunlight
Canvas colours baked in sun
Are we now Mediterranean?
How could we know
Demarco
Took the road to Meikle Seggie
Saw a man striding ahead
When he faded in the distance
How could we know
When everyone is European
Or every western eye is closed
To the blinded confusion
what do you know
Demarco
He wants the lovely lady
Her eyes can never change
He wants the lovely lady
Her eyes can never change
And is this all a plastic delusion
Every wynd and every close
Am I seeing the same old reekie
And what do I know
Je pense j'etais en Montmartre
Auf Dusseldorf, Schoeun mein Freund
Aw gang tae to Meikle Seggie
Demarco
Took the road to Meikle Seggie
Saw a man striding ahead
When he faded in the distance
How could we know
Demarco
He wants the lovely lady
Her eyes can never change
He wants the lovely lady
Her eyes can never change