[Intro] Rain threads the glass above the town, Your voice keeps my feet moving on. [Verse 1] We caught the train past rows of terraces, with tired eyes and hands held tight. The fields unrolled beyond the platform, you named the weather in the sky. [Pre-Chorus] When the clouds lean low and grey, your steady hand can clear the way. [Chorus] Stay with me beneath the English sky, where the river carries evening by. We’ll hold our little plans together, make a place through every kind of weather. Stay with me; there’s room to grow, through the lanes and out where sea winds blow. From the town to the far shore, you are home, and I am yours. [Verse 2] The kettle hums beside the window, Mum’s old mug is chipped and blue. A neighbour calls across the garden, and Sunday finds its way to you. [Pre-Chorus] If the road bends out of sight, your hand still gets the measure right. [Chorus] Stay with me beneath the English sky, where the river carries evening by. We’ll hold our little plans together, make a place through every kind of weather. Stay with me; there’s room to grow, through the lanes and out where sea winds blow. From the town to the far shore, you are home, and I am yours. [Bridge] A fiddle threads the market morning, boots turn mud along the northern way. The leaves come down, the buds return; we learn to start again each day. [Final Chorus] Stay with me beneath the English sky, where the river carries evening by. We’ll hold our little plans together, make a place through every kind of weather. Stay with me; there’s room to grow, through the lanes and out where sea winds blow. From the town to the far shore, you are home, and I am yours. [Outro] Rain threads the glass above the town, Your voice keeps my feet moving on.
