Underneath the arches We dream our dreams away Underneath the arches On cobblestones we lay Every night you'll find us Tired out and worn Happy when the daylight comes creeping Heralding the dawn Sleeping when it's raining And sleeping when it's fine Trains travelling By above Pavement is our pillow No matter where we stray Underneath the arches We dream our dreams away Lovely melody, Bud. Do you remember when we first sang It? Yes, Ches. We used to sit on a seat with the Thames Embankment behind us. You had a newspaper and read the headlines. That's quite right, Bud. I've still got that paper. D'you remember the date? Nineteen hundred and twenty-six. Ches, read those headlines again. Ah, here's one. Gertrude Edderley, eighteen-year-old American. First woman to swim The Channel. Listen to this. Cricket. Ashes for England after fourteen years. Irish woman, Violet Gibson, shoots Mussolini in the nose. Oh! listen. Churchill's unpopular budget. Five per-cent tax on All legal bets. Charlie Chaplin not to retire. Second time in history, Atlantic flown by three Spaniards. Here's one. Death of Barbara La Marr, film actress with five Husbands. BBC asks for nine shillings instead of seven-and-six for wireless Licence. Hopes of return to penny post. Listen to this, Ches. Bookmakers in a bad way. Ah, that'll be the day, Bud, well, things are a little Different now, aren't they? They certainly are and if they keep on improvin' like they're Doin' now, you'll know where we'll be, back again Sleeping when it's raining And sleeping when it's fine Trains rattling By above Pavement is our pillow No matter where we stray Underneath the arches We dream our dreams away