By the Time I Get to Crail

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There’s a force eight blowing on St. Andrews Bay
It’s the first week of October, it’s a dreich Fife autumn day
I’m going to find a boat, make myself a sail
Maybe I’ll have brightened up by the time I get to Crail

By the time I get to Crail, The Simpsons will be on
By the time I get to Crail, my crises will be gone
A spirit of summer will prevail
By the time I get to Crail

I’ve not been feeling like they say I ought to feel
I should be on Cloud 9, instead I’m down at heel
I’m going to put my hiking boots on, follow the coastal trail
I’ll be walking on sunshine by the time I get to Crail

By the time I get to Crail, The Simpsons will be on
By the time I get to Crail, my crises will be gone
A spirit of summer will prevail
By the time I get to Crail

There’s a blind guitarist, he’s got his notes in Braille
He’ll be on at the folk club, by the time I get to Crail

I used to smoke when it was raining, but I did not in hail
I’ll be as high as a mountain by the time I get to Crail
I’m going to phone the Golf Hotel and order a pint of ale
We’ll both have settled by the time I get to Crail
By the time I get to Crail, The Simpsons will be on
By the time I get to Crail, my crises will be gone
A spirit of summer will prevail
By the time I get to Crail.

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