Barna Howard - Timber, Nails And Tears | Текст песни

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• Barna Howard
• Timber, Nails And Tears

How could I forget your mother’s face,
And the time it took to settle down,
As she stood there in disbelief,
While off to war, I was bound.
I’ll send you kisses across the water,
For I’d go mad if love weren’t true.
It’s hard to find someone to talk to,
Because over here, that’s what the weapons do.

I won’t send you timber, nails and tears,
Because, honey …
That kind of thing ain’t for you.

I hope you’re still running around the yard,
Picking red roses in the sun.
I know for you it’s so damn hard,
To catch the breath you’d never thought would run.
But springtime, I know, is on the move.
Oh, how I miss that old cherry tree.
Tell me all the white blossoms have bloomed,
Because over here, that’s one thing you never see.

I won’t send you timber, nails and tears,
Because, honey ...
That kind of thing ain’t what you need.

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