Tom: G
G C
Of larks trains windows and brooks
G C
The poet he writes it all down in his book
G C
Won't meet your eye but he wants you to look
Am D
In Hull or hell he lies
Am D
In Hull or hell he lies
G C
Lambs in the winter and swans in the spring
G C
Children at play they're like birds on the wing
G C
And the poet he writes that the sun seems to swing
Am D
In Hull or hell he lies
Am D
In Hull or hell he lies
G C
Away from the world and away from the page
G C
Hidden in corners the gathering of age
G C
Retreats to the wings where he once held the stage
Am D
In Hull or hell he lies
Am D
In Hull or hell he lies
G C
The dirt and the filth that we don't get to see
G C
That's eating his language away
G C Am D Am D
This yellow-eyed nastiness hides from the light of the day
G C x2
G C
Resenting the everyday growing so old
G C
Where winter once pictured as flowers in fold
G C
Turned frosty and bitter and weathered and cold
Am D
In Hull or hell he lies
Am D
In Hull or hell he lies
... (Repeat and fade)
G C
His housemaid she tried but the dirt grew so fast
G C
The darkest of colours he nailed to the mast
G C
Stuck in his ways like he's stuck in the past
