St. George and the Blackbird

[Verse 1] Oh what a beautiful morning, a bright day The blackbird is singing under your eyes, the new clay Up with the watchman relieving the night shifts with tea and toast The seers of the souls of us [Verse 2] A mother with a pram and a painted daughter On a second marriage and hoping it will work out She's up to the wishing well on Saturday afternoon Passing by the Market Stall I'll praise the family business of the day And they're whats left of the bells on Sunday [Chorus] 'Cause when its out of reach you can't touch it When you're coming down from the next day When the broken soul that you threw away is slowly rising [Verse 3] And the clock has stopped and the days in limbo Saint George is busy, he's serving up the people Digging a hole at the end of his patio, to bury all the money in I'll praise the family business of the day (in limbo) (in limbo) And they're whats left of the bells on Sunday (in limbo) (in limbo) [Chorus] 'Cause when its out of reach you can't touch it When you're coming down from the next day When the broken soul that you threw away is slowly rising