Today is St Swithin's Day. If it rains today, we'll all be wet for 40 days. It's also the name of a maudlin classic by Billy Bragg that I have swooned to many times in the past. Listen to Billy Bragg – St Swithin's Day now on Spotify, best served whilst looking plaintively out of the window.
Thinking back now
I suppose you were just stating your viewsWhat 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
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