The Singing Cobbler

Intro

Mm-hmm

Mm

Yeah

Hook

I stitch the leather till the seams come clean

Patch on a patch like I'm mending me

Thread through the eye of a worn-out dream

Nobody sees what the cobbler sees

I stitch the leather till the seams come clean

Sole on the bench and a cup of tea

Verse 1

Down on the high street six in the morning

Radio hums while the kettle is warming

Half of the city walks over my patience

Soles with the tread of a hundred occasions

I could retire but the trade is a habit

Glue on my knuckles and grease on the cabinet

Small little kingdom of hammer and nail

Every scar on this bench is a story I tell

They bring me the broken the scuffed and the torn

Say fix it by Friday I say it's been worn

Say fix it by Friday I nod and I say

It's been worn a while love but I'll find a way

Pre-Chorus

So I pull the lace tight

Measure twice

Cut once right

Set the light

Sit and shape the night

Hook

I stitch the leather till the seams come clean

Patch on a patch like I'm mending me

Thread through the eye of a worn-out dream

Nobody sees what the cobbler sees

I stitch the leather till the seams come clean

Sole on the bench and a cup of tea

Verse 2

Flow switch

Somebody asked me why I never moved on

I said every boot that I fix is a song

Kid from the estate brought a trainer to save

Said it was his dad's now he walks in his grave

Told him the leather remembers the stride

Told him the stitches are keeping it wide

He laughed at the glue and he paid me in change

Funny how small little things rearrange

I don't do glory I do the repair

I don't do rush I do wear and I tear

Some call it nothing I call it a craft

Half of these hands never had a good laugh

Look at the shelves and it's thirty odd years

Every pair speaks and I'm lending my ears

Bridge

Faint little ache in the arch of my back

Half of my life on this little wooden rack

Somebody's wedding somebody's first job

Somebody's Sunday somebody's sobbing

I keep the world from the ground it would rub

One little nail and a whole lot of love

One little nail and a whole lot of love

Hook

I stitch the leather till the seams come clean

Patch on a patch like I'm mending me

Thread through the eye of a worn-out dream

Nobody sees what the cobbler sees

I stitch the leather till the seams come clean

Sole on the bench and a cup of tea

Outro

Mm-hmm

Sole on the bench

Mm

And a cup of tea