Eyes of misty blue

Tiny Tuesday: eyes of misty blue

"When the inspiration is above my station
Thoughts are melancholy and I let them pass
I tend to view this nation
Through the condensation
On a dirty glass


When the singer solemn was a bonnie laddie
When she brushed his hair with a watered comb
Then he could have dandered
And he could have shown ye
Seven hills like Rome
If misty eyes can witness love and affection
Why does the heart still resist
What the hell is wrong with you?
I've got eyes of misty blue
All the things I want to do
Are all I ever wanted to


As the laddie grew and he looked around him
At the thugs and rapists in their stolen suits
louder beat the rhythm of his bloody heart
Telling him to shoot
If misty eyes can witness love and affection
Why does the heart still resist
What the hell is wrong with you?
I've got eyes of misty blue
All the things I want to do
Are all I ever wanted to


Thoughtless competition
Like a home-made prison
Made him fix his vision
On a certain fate
What's the use in winning all the worlds creation
If you won't create.
If misty eyes can witness love and affection
Why does the heart still resist
What the hell is wrong with you?
I've got eyes of misty blue
All the things I want to do
Are all I ever wanted to."


The Proclaimers ~ Misty Blue


Summer is still hanging on in the garden, although there's been quite a noticeable dip in the temperature over the last few days.  I gather that after tonights inclement weather (the remnants of Hurricane Dorian) we are due for a patch of slightly warmer weather, and (whisper it) a sunny weekend.  

I have my fingers crossed.