Shrove Tuesday by Kofi Young Lyrics
When the lean days have come
When the lean days have come
And the long party's finally over and done
And the long night creeps in
And the long night creeps in
Will it happen too soon? Will we feel it begin?
Will I hold on to you?
Can you hold on to me?
Will we ride out the squall or be buried at sea?
Will we think back to Shrove Tuesday so long ago
And find hope in reliving the past?
Will we count ourselves lucky if we make it through
Or will Wednesday bring nothing but ash?
Can you feel the hands turn?
Can you feel the hands turn?
Oh they told us before but we never did learn
And the cold's setting in
Yes, now the cold's setting in
And the devil's collecting on all of our sins
So come and kiss me goodbye
Smile and kiss me goodbye
And we'll live in the moment when we felt it die
And we'll think back to Shrove Tuesday so long ago
When we wondered how long it could last
Will we find ourselves bitter to think of those times
Or shriven, rebuild from the ash?
Can you think back to Shrove Tuesday so long ago
And hold on til the memory fails?
For the Wednesday is coming, and there's no escape
And the future looks withered and frail
There was blood all in the kitchen
There was blood all in the hall
There was blood all in the parlour
Where I saw my lady fall
When the lean days have come
And the long party's finally over and done
And the long night creeps in
And the long night creeps in
Will it happen too soon? Will we feel it begin?
Will I hold on to you?
Can you hold on to me?
Will we ride out the squall or be buried at sea?
Will we think back to Shrove Tuesday so long ago
And find hope in reliving the past?
Will we count ourselves lucky if we make it through
Or will Wednesday bring nothing but ash?
Can you feel the hands turn?
Can you feel the hands turn?
Oh they told us before but we never did learn
And the cold's setting in
Yes, now the cold's setting in
And the devil's collecting on all of our sins
So come and kiss me goodbye
Smile and kiss me goodbye
And we'll live in the moment when we felt it die
And we'll think back to Shrove Tuesday so long ago
When we wondered how long it could last
Will we find ourselves bitter to think of those times
Or shriven, rebuild from the ash?
Can you think back to Shrove Tuesday so long ago
And hold on til the memory fails?
For the Wednesday is coming, and there's no escape
And the future looks withered and frail
There was blood all in the kitchen
There was blood all in the hall
There was blood all in the parlour
Where I saw my lady fall