THE TOUCH OF A HAND

Ah yes - from the outside looking in - how many of us do this regularly I wonder?

Day's end in studio and I rushed out to photograph some storm clouds ... as I returned I Paul was texting. So I crash zoomed this pic through the windows. Not that creative or artistic ... however I wanted some form of visual reference to mark the sad and untimely death of Gerry Rafferty

While he will be fondly remembered for Baker Street it will always be THE ROYAL MILE I suspect that most Scots will associate with this talented individual .....

I remember the sound of the passing train
As it rolled through the night in the pouring rain
And the touch of a hand and the way she said 'Goodbye'.

And we walked in the sun down the royal mile
Saw the light in her eye and the way she smiled
And she cried in the night and I heard her say 'Don't go'.

What can I do, sweet darlin', I don't want to go away
Looking at you sweet darlin', I know I want to stay
What can I do, sweet darlin'?

In the light of the day I was rolling home
I was thinking of you waiting on your own
And I wanted to call but then something said 'Oh no'.

Yeah but now it's a dream, it's a memory
But I'll never forget what you gave to me
I was lost and alone but you made me feel ok.

What can I do, sweet darlin', I don't want to go away
Looking at you sweet darlin', I know I want to stay
What can I do, sweet darlin'?

I remember the sound of the passing train
As it rolled through the night in the pouring rain
And the touch of a hand and the way she said 'Goodbye'.

What can I do, sweet darlin', I don't want to go away
Looking at you sweet darlin', I know I want to stay
What can I do, sweet darlin'?