Passenger - Feather on the clyde

Well, there s a ^Criver that runs through ^FGlasgow And it ^Ammakes up and it ^Cbreaks up And it ^Ftakes her in two ^Cparts And the ^Fcurrent just like my ^Cblood flows ^Am Down from the ^Fhills ^AmRound aching ^Fbones to my restless ^Cheart

Well, ^FI would swim but the ^Criver is so ^Gwide ^FScared I won t ^Cmake it to the ^Gother side ^FGod knows that I ve ^Cfailed, But he ^Amknows that I ve ^Ftried

I ^Flong for something that s ^Csafe and ^Gwarm But ^Fall I have is so ^Coften is ^Ggone And it s ^Fhelpless and it s ^Chopeless As a ^Gfeather on the ^CClyde

But on ^Fone side all the ^Clights glow and the ^Amfolks know when the ^Ckids go And the ^Fmusic and the drinking ^Cstarts On the ^Fother side where no cars ^Cgo Up to the ^Fhills that stand a^Amlone Like my ^Frestless ^Cheart

But, ^FI would swim but the ^Criver is so ^Gwide ^FScared I won t ^Cmake it to the ^Gother side ^FGod knows that I ve ^Cfailed, But he ^Amknows that I ve ^Ftried

I ^Flong for something that s ^Csafe and ^Gwarm But ^Fall I have is so ^Coften is ^Ggone And it s ^Fhelpless and it s ^Chopeless As a ^Gfeather on the ^CClyde

The ^Csun sets late in ^FGlasgow The daylight and the city ^Ampart ^F And I think of you in ^AmGlasgow Your always ^Fsafe, ^Amyour always ^Fhome

^AmMy restless ^Fheart. . . .