In The Far Away Town

The cold northern winds blowing and the rain bucketing down And the storm-water drains overflowing in the far away town On the dimly lit main street on a wet Autumn night Few cars or trucks pass up and down and not a person in sight But in the local pub there is music, dance and song And with the ballad singer the patrons happily sing along In the rural town on a wet saturday night far inland from the sea The local pub where the locals are does seem the place to be For any form of socializing for those who enjoy such a thing Some men when drunk they like to fight some like to dance and sing The chilly wind of late Autumn has Winter in it's cry And the thundery rain is pouring down from the moonless night sky But in the local pub 'tis standing room only and not a vacant seat And the music and pub din from there echoes down the quiet street.