Perfect Folk Club In The Sky

INTRO: Oh, we'll sing the Jug o’ Punch We'll sing The Last Thing On My Mind John o’ Dreams and Scarborough Fair And every hour we'll find Someone, somewhere singing The Wild Mountain Thyme When we reach that perfect folk club in the sky_ verse 1 The door is always open Entry's always free But artists still get paid lots more than just the fee And everyone who enters buys the new CD When we reach that perfect folk club in the sky verse 2 Where the bar is one big fountain Of gushing real ale And every tankard's larger than a milking pail And no one sings a forty-verse tribute to the whale When we reach that perfect folk club in the sky Where we'll sing the Jug o’ Punch We'll sing The Last Thing On My Mind John o’ Dreams and Scarborough Fair And every hour we'll find Someone, somewhere singing The Wild Mountain Thyme When we reach that perfect folk club in the sky_ verse 3 Where every note is crystal Every word is heard Children sit in silence, we know, it's quite absurd And every floor singer remembers every word When we reach that perfect folk club in the sky verse 4 Where no instruments need tuning All stay sweet and true The songs you've heard a thousand times, still sound new to you And singers given one song never try for two When we reach that perfect folk club in the sky Where we'll sing the Jug o’ Punch We'll sing The Last Thing On My Mind John o’ Dreams and Scarborough Fair And every hour we'll find Someone, somewhere singing The Wild Mountain Thyme When we reach that perfect folk club in the sky_ VERSE 5 Each song's in perfect rhythm It never gets too slow There's no need for raffles to help pay for the show And all the bodhrán players have been banished down below When we reach that perfect folk club in the sky Where we'll sing the Jug o’ Punch We'll sing The Last Thing On My Mind John o’ Dreams and Scarborough Fair And every hour we'll find Someone, somewhere singing The Wild Mountain Thyme When we reach that perfect folk club in the sky_ Where we'll sing the Jug o’ Punch We'll sing The Last Thing On My Mind John o’ Dreams and Scarborough Fair And every hour we'll find Someone, somewhere singing The Wild Mountain Thyme When we reach that perfect folk club in the sky_ When we reach that perfect folk club in the sky______