to take you home

To Take You Home

To Take You Home - 3:49
I come from the land of the Wessex downs,
From the Hampshire hills near Winchester town,
From the country where the soft south rivers flow down
To English Channel I roam, and this is where I call home.
I sing for my supper and I'm pretty well fed,
I cross these islands and I make my bed
Where I can find a crowd and somewhere to lay my head
When my travelling day is done, and all my songs have been sung.

But honey I was lonely on the road, I was all on my own,
Hanging out sad at the back of a death metal show.
I saw you standing there with your hair down low,
A kink in your step that made me want to know
If you would like to take me home.
Who'd have thought that a French kiss from a Parisian girl
Would capture an English boy?

She comes from the Channel's other distant shore,
From the land of revolution and Agincourt,
From a king's blood stain on a Tricolor,
And a culture a little too high for an English boy like me.
She doesn't know the island I grew up upon,
The valleys and the hills that I've roamed along,
And she doesn't like my clothes and she doesn't like my songs,
But she's still my mademoiselle, and it goes to show you never can tell.

She was a quiet one,
She was a shy one,
She was the prettiest at the show.
She crept up so slyly,
She crept up behind me,
But still she pretended that she didn't know.
But then she kissed me, oh she fixed me,
And she's yet to let me go,
And though I'm far away, across the sea,
I'm singing for the hope that she would ever remember me.

So honey, when you're lonely on the road, and you're all on your own,
Hanging out sad at the back of the country show,
Picture me there with my hat down low,
A smile upon my face to let you know
That I would like to take you home
To the hills that I know,
To the places I go.
I would like to take you home.
And that's the way that a French kiss from an English boy
Can capture a Parisian girl.

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