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
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Publisher: Island Records

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Released in: 1967

Language: English

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