Josh Rouse
The Western Isles
All the day, I can see the life from the western islesFaded in white like a western smileWe could live here, you knowNobody say, caught up in a life that is based on liesStruggle and strife from the knife and fireJust get on by, you knowCigarettes and black bees tea could it fill that roomFar, far away, I can hear the birds on western islesSinging in the night like an ancient choirOh how I love you soDon’t worry baby,You’ll be alright with the western smileMaybe there’s a life on the western islesIn a few years or soCigarettes and black bees tea maybe we’ve been aging inAnd we’re almost homeAlmost homeHead up for the western islesWe head up for the western islesWe head up for the western islesWe head up for the western islesOh and there we wanna goOh and there we wanna go
From Letras Mania