I Will Be Songtext
von Foy Vance

I laid your clothes out for you neat
Left them on the bedroom floor
Drew the curtains locked the door

Put some pictures in a case
Along with all the other fodder
Wash the clothes and watched our daughter

My, oh, my, oh, me

When you train arrives in London
Though your surely still be running, I will be

My, oh, my, oh, me

Fed the cat and did the chores
I even gave your plant some water
I saw your mom and saw your brother

My, oh, my, oh, me


Though you will be right there among them
You will be stewed in your abscondment
I can tell you something I believe I will be

My, oh, my, oh, me

Here′s comes talking gospel gospel for you darling
Here's some talking gospel for you baby
Here′s some talking gospel for you lover
Yeah here's some talking gospel for you babe

Oooohh

Ah, you're a name without a face
You′re never tense but never boring
Though not our laughter is our mourning

My, oh, my, oh, me

And I′ll be back in Aberfeldy
Twixt the scenery and the spilling
With none to know my sweet rebellion quite like you
Oh what are we to do