As I crossed the southern bridge
I saw the turning tide tired yellow
Illuminate the bathing sun
I saw the Manchester boats
Seeking the night
Their silken crews asleep
Barking in madness
At the perfect passing howling air
Turned yellow
As I crossed the southern bridge
I saw the turning tide tired yellow
Illuminate the bathing sun
I saw the Manchester boats
Seeking the night
Their silken crews asleep
Barking in madness
At the perfect passing howling air
Turned yellow