Through frosty streets in a market town
Where winter’s winds cut to the bone
And hearts want to groan
On this Sunday night in the Vaults
Sam and Ian give you a welcoming smile
A log fire throws out heat
And you forget the cold street
On this Sunday night in the Vaults
A bluegrass tune, a county song
Rings out across the room
Driving out the cold winter gloom
On this Sunday night in the Vaults
Songs that are new, songs we know
Ones that touch heartstrings
Making us queens and kings
On this Sunday night in the Vaults
A man taps his foot in time
His wife sways to the song
How could anything be wrong
On this Sunday night in the Vaults
The barman laughs, pouring a pint is an art
As inside the pub the world is bright
As a county town is alive tonight
On this Sunday night in the Vaults.