"Oh, To Be Back With You" lyrics
"Oh, To Be Back With You"
In the shadow of the old North Church, I courted her
While the pigeons and the gargoyles perched, she sang
Is there anyone who's seen those eyes, dismissing her?
Is there anyone who's lips she's kissed, complained?
Seven months and seven wonders
Seven roads of rain and thunder
Seven hills of lamplight gleaming
Seven turns toward where you're dreaming
Oh, to be back with you
On a mission of the crossroad palms, simplicity
Could function as a fine first prize for pain
But picking up the breadcrumb clues efficiently
Will light me up a new day's dawn, but strange
Seven months and seven wonders
Seven roads of rain and thunder
Seven hills of lamplight gleaming
Seven turns toward where you're dreaming
Oh, to be back with you
In the shadow of the old North Church, I courted her
In the clanging of the cast iron bells, her face
While the windows of the hilltop shop, distorted her
I tumbled on my pride pitfall, from grace
Seven months and seven wonders
Seven roads of rain and thunder
Seven hills of lamplight gleaming
Seven turns towards where you're dreaming
Lots of time to think it over
Lots of blame to claim and shoulder
I was wrong, I don't deny it
Please forgive me, would you try it
Oh, to be back with you
Oh, to be back with you
- AZLyrics
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- Steve Forbert Lyrics
album:
"Mission Of The Crossroad Palms" (1995)
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