You could sail every ocean,	
You could count every leaf on the chestnut tree
Find a magical potion 
That would feed all God’s children
And set them free
You could fly like a bird to the top of the woods
You could sail to the land underneath the sea 
But you’ll always come running back to me

Always come running back to me
Always come running back …

I’m bound to the darkness
To the green of that turns round beneath the moon
You have come for forgiveness
Like a firm milled hearth reaches out to you
So I deal with the hurt and I don’t say a word
There are things in this world that I don’t wanna see 
But you’ll always come running back to me

Always come running back to me
Always come running back …
Always come running back to me
Always come running back …

You have come from the mountains
You have come from the sweet land of make-believe
From the windmills and fountains
From the parklands and times of my childhood dreams
But you’ll always come running back to me

Always come running back to me


(c) Geena Lisa