Oh! My love my darling young son All we need is a hungry council Clean living it's all here in your home Wouldn't it be nice to get away. Shout! Morning how are you today, my hands are blazing My arms are broken I looked you up, I read your book I held you up, I kept you good I guess I didn't really take a look I guess I'm your man
Oh! My love be quiet and be quick I found a house to live (keep out the weather) I'm blind and I'm sick I heard the sound of thunder In the place where all the poets sing I couldn't get out, I couldn't get in I'm hearing you, I'm hearing you I looked up, I found God (love) I couldn't see I'll soon be 33 I guess I didn't really want to see I guess I'm your man
Oh lord I feel my footsteps go on All we need is a loving council to keep living And I'll keep moving on - I'll keep my guard And (buy) another farm find a hospital To fix a broken arm be a pedigree On a higher ground - come with me come with me I've been run on, been walked on, been spat on, been whispered to I guess I didn't mean to hurt you
I too often try not to think about it, build myself a ship and then Destroy it... I always have to check To see if I'm still breathing
Oh! My love my darling young son Go rest your weary head And I will pray for good to come Wouldn't it be nice to get away Shout (good) morning how are you today My hands are blazing my arms are broken I took you up, I read your book I looked you up, I kept you good I guess I didn't really take a look I guess I'm your man I guess I'm your manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
