Bow Jenkins

Bow Jenkins

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Folk - Rock | I can move to anywhere..., United Kingdom
Total Song Plays: 426   
Member Since: 2006
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Lyrics

Boots are covered in oil by the time he crawls home,
His wife just smiles and says 'remember when you told me to be proud of this soil?'
Then she cleans him up and puts him to bed,
Her eyes glistening with tears as she kisses his head.

Well that car they bought won't take 'em far,
But it'll get 'em down to that reservoir,
Where the light shines right outta those pearly gates,
And you won't fall apart,
In the night,
What a beautiful sight.

Well, that saxophone player out on that street corner,
His regular patch, overlooking the water,
A rose at his feet form when he sounded so sweet,
Not a penny to place to his name.

And those shadows that slide like snakes through the night,
With the girls that fade into ghosts without light,
Fishnet stockings and smoke, old heels and old wheels,
Beginning to see how the broken hearts feel,

Begging the angels to give 'em a break,
Give 'em wings so they can fly away.

Praying take me away - it don't have to be far,
If you're listening, I'd be happy at the reservoir,
Where the light shines right outta those pearly gates,
And you can dance forever, not juust till late,
And you won't fall apart,
In the night,
What a beautiful sight.

Can you hear the whispering drifting on through the streets?
It's breezing on through the lights with fallen kings and fallen knights,
And old gypsy queens, telling fireside stories.
The desperate lovers out in the park,
Well the songs they sing hark back, how they hark,
To when a fire could be lit by a spark.

In the middle of the day, whe they're all slaving away,
You can hear 'em crying out, angry and broken,
It's been so long since those angels have spoken.

Well, what will I do if I can't get far?
Will I make it down to that reservoir?
Where the light shines right outta those pearly gates,
And you can dance forever, not just till late,
And you won't fall apart,
In the night,
What a beautiful sight.

Song Length
4:54
Genre
Folk - Rock