| Song | St. Swithin's Day |
| Artist | Billy Bragg |
| Album | Back to Basics |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bragg | |
| Thinking back now, | |
| I suppose you were just stating your views | |
| What was it all for | |
| For the weather or the Battle of Agincourt | |
| And the times that we all hoped would last | |
| Like a train they have gone by so fast | |
| And though we stood together | |
| At the edge of the platform | |
| We were not moved by them. | |
| With my own hands | |
| When I make love to your memory | |
| It's not the same | |
| I miss the thunder | |
| I miss the rain | |
| And the fact that you don't understand | |
| Casts a shadow over this land | |
| But the sun still shines from behind it. | |
| Thanks all the same | |
| But I just can't bring myself to answer your letters | |
| It's not your fault | |
| But your honesty touches me like a fire | |
| The Polaroids that hold us together | |
| Will surely fade away | |
| Like the love that we spoke of forever | |
| On St. Swithin's Day. |
| zuo ci : Bragg | |
| Thinking back now, | |
| I suppose you were just stating your views | |
| What was it all for | |
| For the weather or the Battle of Agincourt | |
| And the times that we all hoped would last | |
| Like a train they have gone by so fast | |
| And though we stood together | |
| At the edge of the platform | |
| We were not moved by them. | |
| With my own hands | |
| When I make love to your memory | |
| It' s not the same | |
| I miss the thunder | |
| I miss the rain | |
| And the fact that you don' t understand | |
| Casts a shadow over this land | |
| But the sun still shines from behind it. | |
| Thanks all the same | |
| But I just can' t bring myself to answer your letters | |
| It' s not your fault | |
| But your honesty touches me like a fire | |
| The Polaroids that hold us together | |
| Will surely fade away | |
| Like the love that we spoke of forever | |
| On St. Swithin' s Day. |
| zuò cí : Bragg | |
| Thinking back now, | |
| I suppose you were just stating your views | |
| What was it all for | |
| For the weather or the Battle of Agincourt | |
| And the times that we all hoped would last | |
| Like a train they have gone by so fast | |
| And though we stood together | |
| At the edge of the platform | |
| We were not moved by them. | |
| With my own hands | |
| When I make love to your memory | |
| It' s not the same | |
| I miss the thunder | |
| I miss the rain | |
| And the fact that you don' t understand | |
| Casts a shadow over this land | |
| But the sun still shines from behind it. | |
| Thanks all the same | |
| But I just can' t bring myself to answer your letters | |
| It' s not your fault | |
| But your honesty touches me like a fire | |
| The Polaroids that hold us together | |
| Will surely fade away | |
| Like the love that we spoke of forever | |
| On St. Swithin' s Day. |