John Martyn
John Martyn - Rolling Home lyrics
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Rolling home, I feel it getting colder In my eye the birds cry, cry into the land While beneath my feet the ship flies, fly into the sand Rolling home, rolling home Thoughts returning, thoughts of what I told her Thoughts returning, thoughts as I get older In my mind I hear her crying, crying in the wind In my mind I hear her crying, her tears they wheel and spin Rolling home, I'm rolling home Golden dawns are shining all around me Golden dawns that really think they've found me And I know I will be happy in laughter behind the song And I know I will be happy when she and I are one