Colin Vearncombe Misbegotten Child
Ah wish me back where I am from
She was as pretty as a picture
And she laughed and held my hand and kicked my toe…
And she spoke about you
I would have been nowhere but where we were and it
didn’t seem to matter if she cared
So though my heart was flipping,
going; do! do! do!
She spoke about you
Misbegotten child did you throw it all away, now you
try to hide your tears in the pouring rain?
I want to hear those violins,
Feel those bumps and bells,
Know the devils groan in hell ‘cause they can’t have
you
Ah wish me back where I am from
And take your hands off of my collar!
What you’re going through‘s not what you’re supposed to
She spoke about YOU;
She threw her head back
And she sang out your name
And I wondered what to do
And if I wanted to
So though my heart was flipping over, going; do! do!
do! do!
She spoke about you
Wish me back where I came from
She was as pretty as a picture
And she laughed and held my hand and kicked my toe…
And she still said “no”
