VERSE 
 
        G             C 
Well it tastes like a Sunday,  
                D            Bm 
There should be music in the front room ,  
        C         Bm               D 
and the markets a'milling with the people in the afternoon. 
              G              C               D        Bm 
And there's a question to be asked if you're drinking alone, 
          C              Bm                D 
It's what horse were you thrown from which riderless goes on?  
C         D 
 
     G                C 
O it must have been a near thing,  
       D          Bm 
But no novelty to you,  
        C              Bm            D 
all the trains and the buses and the cinemas too,  
G                         C         D                Bm 
Breaking down, the bloody town, all reared up like a snake,  
    C            Bm         D 
For all goodness sake don't touch it or you'll never wake up...  
 
CHORUS 
    C             D        C             D 
His father misses him , His mother misses him ,  
    Bm             C 
His lady dreams of kissing him ,  
C             D     Bm         C 
Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back,  
C               D 
It's been dark, now it's cold,  
         Bm    C 
When the night falls, 
C             D     Bm         C 
Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back,  
C                 D           G 
It's a blackbird, he's in the belly.