Underneath the Arches

Underneath the arches
We dream our dreams away
Underneath the arches
On cobblestones we lay
Every night you’ll find us
Tired out and worn
Happy when the daylight comes creeping
Heralding the dawn
Sleeping when it’s raining
And sleeping when it’s fine
Trains travelling
By above
Pavement is our pillow
No matter where we stray
Underneath the arches
We dream our dreams away
Lovely melody, Bud. Do you remember when we first sang
It?
Yes, Ches. We used to sit on a seat with the Thames
Embankment behind us. You had a newspaper and read the headlines
That’s quite right, Bud. I’ve still got that paper. D’you
Remember the date? Nineteen hundred and twenty-six
Ches, read those headlines again
Ah, here’s one. Gertrude Edderley, eighteen-year-old American
First woman to swim The Channel
Listen to this. Cricket. Ashes for England after fourteen years
Irish woman, Violet Gibson, shoots Mussolini in the nose
Oh! listen. Churchill’s unpopular budget. Five per-cent tax on
All legal bets
Charlie Chaplin not to retire
Second time in history, Atlantic flown by three Spaniards
Here’s one. Death of Barbara La Marr, film actress with five
Husbands
BBC asks for nine shillings instead of seven-and-six for wireless
Licence
Hopes of return to penny post
Listen to this, Ches. Bookmakers in a bad way
Ah, that’ll be the day, Bud, well, things are a little
Different now, aren’t they?
They certainly are and if they keep on improvin' like they’re
Doin' now, you’ll know where we’ll be, back again
Sleeping when it’s raining
And sleeping when it’s fine
Trains rattling
By above
Pavement is our pillow
No matter where we stray
Underneath the arches
We dream our dreams away