Lyrics
Walking in Uplands feeling low
The clouds are hanging down
But the autumn air is lovely
And I would quote Keats
If I could remember any
Coughing up remnants
Of yesterday's songs
Ragged and dirty and don't let me down
Don't wanna live in a memory museum
Ragged and dirty and lost and found
Under the weather, under the weather
Clouds hanging over my face
Under the weather, under the weather
Drop a penny into my case
The mouth of the river opens and closes
In Wind Street rooms the temperature rises
There is no beauty
That's not worth admiring
There is no taste that's not worth acquiring
Running in circles and chasing my tail
For too long on the streets
Of this seabitten town
No-one is born with a waterproof mind
And Swansea people are made of rain
Under the weather, under the weather
Clouds hanging over my face
Under the weather, under the weather
Drop a penny into my case
Ambition is pitiful
When you're gone, when you're gone
When you're gone
Just one more riddle to solve
Now you're gone, now you're gone
Now you're gone
And I'm still here
Under the weather, under the weather
Under the weather, under the weather