GAL HOLIDAY

Lyrics

And I would come home, cornflowers blooming
Mother and father, brothers and sisters
All waiting there, to show me they care

But it is the cold, the deep of the winter,
Under the ground, mother and father
Buried and gone, not for so long

I want to come home
Home take me home
So come, come on home
The story untold

And brothers and sisters, they have all gone
To lives of their making, I sit all alone

I want to come home
Home take me home
So come, come on home
The story untold

And when the flowers, blossom once more
The ground moist with rain, I will smile for them again and again
With tears in my eyes