(Stuart MacGregor)
There's nothing left inside my heart to sing
The pain to which I cling and make my fingers play
Tomorrow's sky will kiss the dawn goodbye
And the streets will fill with laughter and another day
And hands will twine and never have a care
Or one small thought to spare that you have gone away
And the love you gave me wasn't fresh and young
It didn't melt the sun or set the town aflame
But it was warm and wise as any street
Where hope and sorrow meet and bars without a name
I only know that one day was a drink
And then the next was you and nothing was the same
Don't think on me in apple-blossom time
For in our northern clime the flowers don't bloom too long
But sure an east wind, turn the corner fast
Step proud into the blast and face it with my song
So it will know while chilling stone and spire
It cannot touch the fire where only we belong
I cannot say you'll always stay with me
And keep my memory gay as other singers might
I only know that all we had to show
Were tender scattered hours when winter streets were white
But as I view my city through the tears
All other days and years seem lonely roads at night
(as sung by Archie Fisher)