Pulp

Grandfather's nursery

Pulp


This used to be a garden 
now it's a national tragedy 
Oh, lady of glasshouses 
where is the flower 
that will cover the stench of the city? 
Well, it's lying in tatters 
amongst cellophane wrappers 
And I have to get out of this nursery 
Yeah, that would be a first for me 
And maybe I will find her 
and lay down beside her 
in fields of green and wait for the rain 

This used to be a forest 
now it's a whiskey distillery 
Oh, lady of glasshouses 
where is the drink 
that will bring back my senses to me? 
Well, I searched for the tree 
that she mentioned to me 
But it's no good 
'cos they all look the same 
You see I never learnt the names at school 
And maybe I'll find her 
and lay down beside her 
in fields of green and wait for the rain 

This used to be a playground 
now it's your grandfather's nursery 
Oh, lady of glasshouses 
show me the plant 
that I can bring back my true love to me 
Well, she sailed down the river 
now I long to go with her 
I must find her 
before she reaches the sea 
Oh, it's the end for me 
Oh, maybe I'll find her 
and lay down beside her 
and plant a seed and wait for the rain 

And here comes the rain 

And here comes the rain 

And here comes the rain 

Yeah, here comes the rain 

And here comes the rain 

Yeah, here comes the rain 

Here comes the rain 

Yeah, here comes the rain 

And here comes the rain