[Verse 1] The kettle whistles to the morning light A heavy curtain pulling back the night No burst of gold, no sudden summer gleam Just charcoal canvas rolling over steam The cobblestones are slick with autumn rain And water traces patterns on the pane The pigeons huddle on the roof above Beneath the color that this island loves [Chorus] Oh, the grey skies of England are painting the town They don’t mean to hold you or weigh a heart down It’s the silver and ash of a beautiful day And we wouldn’t have it any other way Yeah, the ceiling is low but the spirits are high Underneath the great British sky [Verse 2] The brickwork deepens to a darker red As umbrellas bloom above each walking head The neon signboards copy down the street Reflected in the puddles at our feet There’s comfort in a coat against the chill A quiet hum that makes the world stand still A landscape softened at the ragged edge From city towers to the country hedge [Chorus] Oh, the grey skies of England are painting the town They don’t mean to hold you or weigh a heart down It’s the silver and ash of a beautiful day And we wouldn’t have it any other way Yeah, the ceiling is low but the spirits are high Underneath the great British sky [Bridge] They say the sun is somewhere out at sea But this slate roof is good enough for me It’s the coat of arms that we wear on our sleeve A steady canopy we never want to leave It’s moody and it’s grand The heartbeat of the land [Guitar Solo / Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Oh, the grey skies of England are painting the town They don’t mean to hold you or weigh a heart down It’s the silver and ash of a beautiful day And we wouldn’t have it any other way Yeah, the ceiling is low but the spirits are high Underneath the great British sky [Outro] Just a hint of blue behind the cloud Quiet streets and people feeling proud Pour another cup, let the weather roll on by Underneath the grey, beautiful sky Mmm, the great British sky.
