(Verse 1)
The rain has washed the cobbles clean, a silver, shiny sheet
The barrow boys are shouting out the price of fruit and meat
But I've a tune that costs you nothing, just a moment of your day
I'll pipe the grey right out the clouds and blow it all away

(Chorus)
Oh, pennywhistle on the Portobello Road
A penny for a story, a shilling for a load
Of all the dreams that tarnish when the morning gets too old
On the pennywhistle on the Portobello Road

(Verse 2)
I saw a girl in velvet, with a flower in her hair
She bought a cracked blue teacup with a kind of distant stare
She said it held the memories of a love she never knew
I played a waltz for ghosts like that, for her and her crew

(Chorus)
Oh, pennywhistle on the Portobello Road...
(Instrumental break - pennywhistle solo over a rhythmic guitar strum)

(Verse 3)
The man from number forty buys the same old brass-bound clock
He winds it every market day but still it will not talk
I think it keeps its ticking for a time he left behind
Some secrets aren't for selling, they're just etched into the mind

(Outro)
(Spoken, over a fading whistle note)
Penny for a story... penny for a tune... all gone now. All gone 'til next week.
