G           C
Of larks trains windows and brooks
      G                    C
The poet he writes it all down in his book
 G                           C
Won't meet your eye but he wants you to look
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies

  G                       C
Lambs in the winter and swans in the spring
  G                             C
Children at play they're like birds on the wing
         G                       C
And the poet he writes that the sun seems to swing
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies

  G                       C
Away from the world and away from the page
  G                    C
Hidden in corners the gathering of age
      G                         C
Retreats to the wings where he once held the stage
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies
  
     G                           C
The dirt and the filth that we don't get to see
    G                       C
That's eating his language away
       G                    C                           Am     D  Am  D
This yellow-eyed nastiness hides from the light of the day

G C x2

     G                    C
Resenting the everyday growing so old
         G                       C
Where winter once pictured as flowers in fold
          G                    C
Turned frosty and bitter and weathered and cold
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies
    Am              D
In Hull or hell he lies
... (Repeat and fade)

     G                            C
His housemaid she tried but the dirt grew so fast
           G               C
The darkest of colours he nailed to the mast
   G                          C
Stuck in his ways like he's stuck in the past