"Sometimes In This Country" lyrics
"Sometimes In This Country"
Sometimes I'm in this country
Sometimes I'm in this town
Sometimes a thought comes to my mind
That I, myself will drown
But the cold streams of water
My body can't receive
I'm going to some strange country
My darling for to leave
The night seems long and weary, son
Almost the break of day
The night seems long and weary, son
Almost the break of day
I'm listening for your answer
Tell me what to say
I'm listening for your answer
At the dawning of the day
I'll take you for your answer
And for myself abide
I'll take you for your answer
And for myself abide
You say you've got a new sweetheart
And I'm laid aside
Farewell, false-hearted lover
I'm young, the world is wide
I'm young, the world is wide
(The world is wide)
Sometimes I'm in this country
Sometimes I'm in this town
Sometimes a thought comes to my mind
That I, myself will drown
But the cold streams of water
My body can't receive
I'm going to some strange country
My darling for to leave
Writer(s): Aoife Maria O'Donovan, Brittany Haas, Tristan Clarridge, Corey Dimario, Gregory Liszt
- AZLyrics
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- Crooked Still Lyrics
album:
"Some Strange Country" (2010)
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