Daisies in the chain Woven in your hair that falls Into a braid Woven' round the statue's toes In the gardens you made
Bells that sing and chime Little crystal bells that toll All through the night Never once did angels break Away from your side
Won't ya hurry home Won't ya hurry home Hurry down that lone eight mile road Won't ya hurry home Now your seeds are sewn Hurry down that lone eight mile road
Poppies red and gold Growin' wild as weeds beside Yellow Brick Road Growin' in the ditch where I Sailed a milk carton boat
But how can you deny When the spirit wraps in broad Daylight And it looks you right between The eyes
Won't ya hurry home Won't ya hurry home Hurry down that lone eight mile road Won't ya hurry home Now your leaves are strewn Hurry down that lone eight mile road Ooh
All those talkin' sculls Ma they don't scare me much Not anymore Think I finally got my head 'Round the door
Won't ya hurry home Won't ya hurry home Hurry down that lone eight mile road Won't ya hurry home While the breeze is blowin' Hurry down that lone eight mile road
Won't ya hurry home Now won't ya hurry home Hurry down that lone eight mile road Hurry home Down that lone eight mile road Hurry home
Hurry home Down that lone eight mile road Hurry home Ooh ooh Hurry home Ooh ooh oohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
