Barrowland

There's an easy place down Gallowgate to the East End of Glasgow

It's a ballroom of remembrance and a disco

Where the shooting stars light up the fresco

Where the last ones and the lovers go… to carry on

We sang about the Nicky Tams in the back room of the Scotia

We drank sweet wines and called for neon pints of Fidel Castro

Till it was time to fly to dreamland

Out of Bairds, up the stairs to hell or to heaven we'd go

Come all you dreamers hear the sound of the Barrows humming

Come all you dreamers to Barrowland

Hear Mags McIvor and the ghost of the GayBirds calling

Come all you dreamers to Barrowland

The Lassies of the Broomielaw in their Cuban Heels are dancing

Here comes Our Lady of the Clyde and there goes Jinky Johnston

They've come back to rock and roll in the church of ceili

To waltz beneath the carousel of healing

To jitterbug and boogie the night away

Come all you dreamers…