Nanci Griffith - St. Olav's Gate lyrics

Drinking black market vodka in the
Back of the Scottsman's saloon
Then it's red meat and whiskey like
A coyote drunk on the moon
Outside in Oslo the buskers' all
Sing the same tune
And it's Waltzin' Matilda while the bagpipes
Play old Clare de Lune

She was a lady
She came down from Bergen she said
She spoke little English
They laughed and drank whiskey instead
In the mornin' he found it a rose
With a note on his plate it said
"meet me at midnight on the
Corner of St olav's Gate"

Here's to the ladys you love
And don't see again
The night is warm whiskey the
Mornin's a cold bitter wind
The blue eyed madonna leaves town
While the drunken man wait's
Leaves him standing alone in the
Shadows of St olav's Gate

Here's to the ladys you love
And don't see again
The night is warm whiskey the
Mornin's a cold bitter wind
The blue eyed madonna leaves town
While the drunken man wait's
Leaves him standing alone in the
Shadows of St olav's Gate