Transcribed by Phil Gardner
The sound of sobbing rose and fell, around the streets of Clerkenwell,
As I walked from snackbar to cafe.
I stopped awhile to dry my eyes, and heard Italian voices crying,
Ciao ragazzo e come stai.
And the anger that I feel right now,
Would stretch frm Clerkenwell to Napoli,
But there's so much more to life,
So much more to life, than Little Italy.
Mi dispiace mi amor, I don't love you anymore,
Those were the words she said to me.
And I remember squares and cold canals, the washing lines and alleyways,
And through this London air this comes to me.
And it took so long to realise,
You simply spoke a different tongue to me,
When you spoke about your life,
Spoke of your life, in Little Italy.
And the people who moved away from there,
They didn't have your privelege,
You can choose this life you've found,
You couldn't choose the Brooklyn Bridge,
Or a small cafe in EC3.
G A D
And as Italian voices swell, that just leaves me the rain of Clerkenwell,
And you the sun and poverty of Napoli.
You take cappucino and Parma ham, I take Nescafe and Spam,
And I know I'll never make you see.
There was a time once long ago,
There was a time when you once wanted me,
But you gave it up for life,
Gave it up for life, in Little Italy,
Bm Am D G
In Little Italy, in Little Italy.