By Robin Williamson



Robin Williamson: Piano, mandolin and vocals.

Stan Lee Buttons: Organ.



You treat me so kindly

how can I repay

seeing your lips talking

so lovely takes my breath away

you make me restless

but you give me words to say

and if I don't get it wrong

I see us all get home



let me be your fantasy

let me kiss your wary foot

let me be your cameraman

your confidant your preacher and your prostitute

let me be your enemy

but over all let me be your friend

cause if I don't get it wrong

I see us all get home



I see us hew great mountains down

I see us in a lovely place

I see us naked of lies together

I see us naked of disgrace

I see trust born in us through honour

and I see peace come

and if I don't get it wrong

I see us all get home.