From her front room
I can hear
The early trams
Of a brand new year
She's wearing now
The camisole her daughter
Sent to her from Vienna
She sings to me
As I get fed
A glass of tea
And hard black bread
I say
"Late last Tuesday evening
I wandered down to St Annes
I watched the writers reading
Wine in hand
The pre-war blues"
She turns on me
The smokey smile
Thats lays my heart out
In the aisle
She says
"The girls in there
Are easily persuaded into trouble
Down by the cold Danube"
High in the old Roman town
The children of old American fortunes
Drown their luck
Choosing their favourite
Broadway tunes
And pre-war blues
Down in her front room
I count to ten
And hear the troop trains
Roll again
As if they knew the European winter
As we do
I've got the pre-war blues
I can hear
The early trams
Of a brand new year
She's wearing now
The camisole her daughter
Sent to her from Vienna
She sings to me
As I get fed
A glass of tea
And hard black bread
I say
"Late last Tuesday evening
I wandered down to St Annes
I watched the writers reading
Wine in hand
The pre-war blues"
She turns on me
The smokey smile
Thats lays my heart out
In the aisle
She says
"The girls in there
Are easily persuaded into trouble
Down by the cold Danube"
High in the old Roman town
The children of old American fortunes
Drown their luck
Choosing their favourite
Broadway tunes
And pre-war blues
Down in her front room
I count to ten
And hear the troop trains
Roll again
As if they knew the European winter
As we do
I've got the pre-war blues