Nadia Reid Holy Low
Take me to the top of Saint Evan's Street
Wait for me darling ‘till our hands do meet
I will wear the shackles and the golden crown
Nothing like your lover when he lets you down
Give away my heart to the highest bidder
None of my friends have ever been winners
I settle for the worst, that's my father's trait
Get him to the church and don't you dare be late
O, holy low
Bring me to the bottom of the old school yard
Tell me I am pretty and the only one
No, I wasn't waiting I was only shy
Saint Evan's Street is surely gonna pass me by
O, holy low
Sally she is pregnant
Not the only one
Jimmy's doing lines in that old grey barn
No, I wasn't waiting I only shy
Saint Evan's Street is surely gonna pass me by
O, holy low
Take me to the top of Saint Evan's Street
Wait for me darling till our hands do meet
I will wear the shackles and the golden crown
Nothing like your lover when he lets you down
