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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Skids
The Skids
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Jobson
Richard Jobson
Songwriter
Stuart Adamson
Stuart Adamson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Watson
Bruce Watson
Producer
Liam Saunders
Liam Saunders
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I cried to my daddy on the telephone
How long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come home
The line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent
Your descent
I cried to my daddy on the telephone
How long now
Till the clouds unroll and you come home?
The line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent
Your descent
The saints are coming
The saints are coming
I say, No matter how I try, I realize there's no reply
The saints are coming
The saints are coming
I say, No matter how I try, I realize there's no reply
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief
How long now
Until a weather change condemns belief?
The stone says
This paternal guide once had his day
Once had his day
The saints are coming
The saints are coming
I say, No matter how I try, I realize there's no reply
The saints are coming
The saints are coming
I say, No matter how I try, I realize there's no reply
I say, No matter how I try, I realize there's no reply
I say, No matter how I try, I realize there's no reply
Written by: Richard Jobson, Stuart Adamson
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