Vārdi:
Kennedy Brian Won T You Take Me Home

the Gospels with our love You plague the local belles, my sweet, They attempt to coax you with deceit But you?d prefer my lonely kiss You hugging me

I find something good More things lead to harm with open arms That take the need away Don?t the reasons always mean to be pure to another But I don?t

about sighing, lamenting and crying Go home to your family and rambling forsake ?Twas the fifth day of November I have reason to remember When first he arrived home

trace, but I know You listen, listen with your eyes, it?s what I found In this town Listen, you listen with your eyes, it?s what I found In this town You

won?t you take me home Oh save me now There?s no bitterness Darling don?t you let me down Oh hold me now Show me some tenderness I?m so lost without you

love to find But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over And neither have I wings to fly If could find me a handsome boatman To ferry me over to my