song for simon

Gerry Rafferty

Mr. McGonagle sits on the chimneytop wondering how he got there
A minute ago he was in his bed sleeping and now heââ?¬â?¢s way up in the air
Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything
Who knows if weââ?¬â?¢ll still be here, we could be there.

Mrs. McDonagh was playing her banjo and singing a sweet lullaby
When all of a sudden there came a great crash, now sheââ?¬â?¢s flying way up in the sky
Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything
Who knows if weââ?¬â?¢ll still be here, we could be there.

Young Joseph Egan was cleaning his motorcar one Sunday morning in May
When out of the bonnet that there came a great giant and carried young Joseph away
Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything
Who knows if weââ?¬â?¢ll still be here, we could be there.



Vocals: Gerry Rafferty