MILK FOR ONE (STORM IN A TEA CUP)

Ralph McTell

That was Saturday night, this is Sunday morning
And anywhere else but here
I'd be fast asleep with chapel bells
Ringing in my ears.
Any other day you couldn't wake me up
But there's mist on the estuary
Now I'm going downstairs to put the kettle on
And make you a cup of tea.

There's a mist filling up the kitchen now
Has it come in from the lake?
The sun's burnt a hole in the clouds already
And I'm almost completely awake.

The kettle is singing, I'm looking for milk
As I light up my first cigarette
It was a storm in a teacup, ripples on a pool.
It can't be over yet.
This is a night that we can both forget.
This is a night that we can both forget.

There's milk for one so I take mine black,
Rest my head upon my arms
As the hills emerge and the curtains are pulled
In the houses and the farms.
Then I'm woken with tea and the milk's in mine
And Sunday is burning bright.
She runs her hand through my hair as she looks at the water
And says "why did you stay up all night?"