Lyrics:
welcome her right back here in my arms
Well there must be some way I can lose these lonesome blues
Forget about the past and find somebody new
I
resting darling, but one day
I know the graveyard gonna be my home
Every living people got to die, human beings
Mama was rocking by the window howling
“My
Know me broken by my master
Teach thee on child of love hereafter
Into the flood again
Same old trip it was back then
So I made a big mistake
of my own
I can't even take her home
But I want to be there with my heart's desire
But then she could say no more
As the echo drifted o'er
Was the whistle
nature
It wasn't built for me
It's your academy
But in that time, you taught me how to see
Each generation makes its own apology
Welcome back, my
you child
Wherever, wherever you roam on your own
Lord knows it gets cold outside
And if you, you should want to come home
Come on home
You know I
my change of plans
I won't be home tomorrow night
I'll be alright I hope you'll understand
All of my life I've been looking for somethin'
But I
was tired and awake for some time
Then my lights hit a welcoming sign
It said if you're alone
You can make this your home
If you want
my reservation,
Spent each dime I could afford.
Like a child in wild anticipation,
Long to hear that "all aboard!"
Seven, (seven)
That's
need direction (welcome to my street)
To that street called love (yeah yeah [welcome] yeah hey)
Lead me to that road (lead me to that road yeah)
over me
Welcome home my beloved
Welcome home my blessed child
Welcome home my beloved
Welcome home my blessed child
Take me where You want me to go
Lead
night is born a child
of Mary, chosen Virgin mild;
this little child, of lowly birth,
shall be the joy of all the earth.
This is the Christ, our God
many comforts he's ever right to take away
To the Lord be praised in glory now and ever let us pray.
(Sang)
My Lord calls me, He calls me by the thunder
my power
I sell it by the hour
I have it so I market it
You really can't afford it, yeah
Really can't afford it
Shooting stars never stop
Even
funeral. Children of night
"Welcome in funeral. Sleeping is my child"
The master burn the corpse in the damned grave
My face was painted by light
my power
I sell it by the hour
I have it so I market it
You really can't afford it, yeah
Really can't afford it
Shooting stars never stop
Even
the child
Of her father's youngest, fairest son
Tell to me no lies
Tell to me no stories
But saddle my good horse and I'll go and see my own true love
no harm
A party girl I mixed for bout myself into a fix for running wild
So I wrote my dad and mom asked if I could come back home to have my child
I
over she'll welcome him back home again
Lord knows she don't understand him but she does the best that she can
'Cause she's a good hearted woman, she
over she'll welcome him back home again
Lord knows she don't understand him but she does the best that she can
'Cause she's a good hearted woman, she
searching for the love they had as kids
My vices ain't a place to replace a loving home
You can't expect a harvest where the field's half grown
You can't
and she says you'll be my man
I'll have me the best bearhunter in the hills
A wild child was Tiger Whitehead and they say he killed
Ninety-nine bears before
I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that's grown old
If dreams were lightning thunder were desire
This old house
Welcome home
Delicious earth I have seen
The most of you call it to flee
Call me weak, call me a coward
Rigid like a stone - I'm coming home
Have been
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