Peter Sinfield Will It Be You
Who'll give me comfort when the moon rides in the pines
Who'll be my pillow when the bitter north wind whines
Who'll lie beside me as the evening fire declines
Will it be you, will you stay by me?
Who'll give me shelter from the wolves of discontent
Who'll be my silence till the grumbling storm is spent
Who'll shine my armour for the next day's tournament
Will it be you, will you stay by me?
Or should I look for another
Or spend my days in a cave or on a shelf
With only life as my brother
And find my way by myself?
Who'll bring me water when my engine overheats
Who'll bring me ointment when the highway frets my feet
From disappointment's showers where can I retreat
Can I come to you, will you stay by me?
Or should I look for another
Or spend my days in a cave or on a shelf
With only life as my brother
And find my way by myself?
Who'll give me comfort when the moon rides in the pines
Who'll be my pillow when the bitter north wind whines
Who'll lie beside me as the evening fire declines
Will it be you, will you stay by me, will you stay by
me
Will you stay by me, will you stay by me?
Oh of course you will.
