Underneath the Arches – by Bud Flanagan

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Written in 1927

Underneath the Arches

Underneath the Arches
I dream my dreams away.
Underneath the arches,
On cobble stones I lay.
Ev’ry night you’ll find me,
Tired out and worn.
Happy when the daylight comes creeping,
Heralding the dawn.

Sleeping when it’s raining,
And sleeping when it’s fine,
I hear the trains rattling by above.
Pavement is my pillow,
No matter where I stray.
Underneath the Arches
I dream my dreams away.