Текст: Chris Rea. Windy Town.

Driving down from the highland line
We done some gigs on the Clyde and the Tyne
They flew us in from a Hamburg strip
The taste of Dusseldorf still on our lips

And on the bus, there is a friend of mine
We go way back to the scene of the crime
We sit up front and share a cigarette
And try to remember what we tried to forget

He said, "Do you remember?"
He said, "Do you recall?"
I said, "Yeah I remember
Oh, I remember it all"

Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
Late night trains shunting down by the river
I remember windy town

We come so far and we move so fast
Making hay, see it all go past
Round the world and round again
Up and down on that gravy train

Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
East coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
I remember windy town

The freezing corners and the empty streets
The burning passion and the cold wet feet
Three tricky miles home every night
Dodging from the shadows underneath those amber lights

No car for kissing and nowhere to go
Except inside each other and I loved you so
I held your face as you shivered in the rain
Girl, I'll always love you and I'll love you again

Oh, every time, every time
Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
Late night trains shunting down by the river
I remember windy town

Every time that cold wind blows
Every time I hear that sound
East coast cross winds on the cold wet stone
I remember, I remember windy town

There it goes
Oh, windy town
Oh, windy town
Windy town