Martyn John Rolling Home lyrics

Martyn John
London Conversation
Rolling Home
Rolling home, sun's around my shoulders
Rolling home, I feel it getting colder
In my eye the birds cry, cry into the land
While beneath my feet the ship flies, fly into the sand

Rolling home, rolling home

Thoughts returning, thoughts of what I told her
Thoughts returning, thoughts as I get older

In my mind I hear her crying, crying in the wind
In my mind I hear her crying, her tears they wheel and spin

Rolling home, I'm rolling home

Golden dawns are shining all around me
Golden dawns that really think they've found me
And I know I will be happy in laughter behind the song
And I know I will be happy when she and I are one