Sunday Morning Footballer

Wearing an old man's boots, he's a boy on the ball
It's push and shove and over the wall
And he's put clean through on a mission to score
He's got a minute's silence, to remember the war

And whatever the weather, the church bells ring
As a working class athletic thing
Turns a fragile boy into the man
Who can take a hit, and still shake hands

Rain come down
Rain fall down
Rain come down
Wash me clean, 'coz I'm dirty
With bruises like I've never known
On the gifted side of 30
a Sunday morning footballer comes home

Wearing a shirt that bears his name
He gives his all to what he calls
The beautiful game

Now it's a game of two halves or so they say
And a chance that he missed he regrets to this day
He was put clean through, was just about to shoot
When he turned to find a boy stepping into his boots

Rain come down
Rain fall down
Rain come down
Wash me clean, 'coz I'm dirty
With bruises like I've never known
On the legend side of 30
a Sunday morning footballer comes home

Wearing a shirt that bears his name
He's given his all to what he calls
The beautiful game

All Words & Music: © Darren Poyzer