(Leo Sayer / David Courtney)
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He used to play mouth-organ in a folk-club
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In a pub they call the Lady Jane
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Oh the sounds as his friends and he would holler
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Songs of love and songs of pain
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There wasn't much that he could use his time for
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So he used to practice every day
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Play the mouth-organ blues and holler
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"Someday soon I'm gonna breakaway"
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He used to listen to the bells of St. Mary's
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As they would echo through those early days
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And sometimes even now he thinks he still hears them
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Though they're but a thousand miles away
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[Solo]
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And so he came into this crazy business
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And do you know the stars all fell his way
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And he became another of those rock and roll troubadours
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Threw that mouth-organ far away
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And so he listens to the bells of St. Mary's
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And so their echo haunts him every day
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So clear that he could reach out and touch them
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Although they're but a thousand miles away...
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Though they're but a thousand miles away...
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Bells Of St. Mary's
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| Leo Sayer |
