I wake and yawn at the crack of dawn With dewdrops on my feet As I rise up to greet the morning Nothing much to eat Every breath I take seems to make my body ache My only friend is mist on a Monday morning Pick up my sack and walk for miles Never thinking why To the brewer's yard where I can sit And watch my life go by Drink and drink all day till my memory melts away Need a friend like mist on a Monday morning Chorus Where's my wife has she gone? I hear misty morning call One foot resting in the grave Destined not to see her anymore There's a den in the grass By the old towpath of corrugated steel I may be sleeping there tonight Depending how I feel Damp and dirty place printing sorrow on my face With nothing but the mist on a Monday morning Chorus From meths and gin I feel the sin Like wheels upon my feet Intoxicated by the night I stumble in the street Every breath I take seems to make my body ache And drift into the mist on a Monday morning