Johnny Come Home
(Isobel Campbell)
Johnny, I'm alone and I'm feeling blue
Now you're grazing on pastures new
We cut the cord and we let it go
A nightingale flying high and on his own
When you're coming home
Words came violently filling up the room
Lovers have their own private moon
To taste the honey we must taste blood
A poisoned nectar and if we were on fire
Why did we grow so tired?
Johnny, I'm alone and I'm feeling blue
Now you're lazing on pastures new
Lost my devil and lost my saint
Waiting's like dying
If you are alone, darling come back home
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