Mike Johnson - Home for Sunday Supper текст песни

Текст песни Home for Sunday Supper - Mike Johnson



Home for sunday supper
Mike johnson, black yodel no.1 *3 october 1987
She took the faded picture
And held it to her breast
A tear slid down one cheek
As she took a hopeless breath
Then she turned from the window
And crossed the kitchen floor
To a letter on the table
And read it one time more
It said mom, my time is over
I'll soon be comin' home
The nightmare is over
I no longer feel alone.
I'll be home for sunday supper
Hope the chicken's brown and crisp
It was signed i love you always
And please give dad a kiss
Then every day from the day
That she first gave him breath
Surrounded her with feelings
Matched by nothing else
A mother's love will always be
Stronger than all else
And it will bow to nothing
Nor ever leave her breast
Her husband slipped behind her
And held her in his arms
He slowly slipped the letter
From her hands to his own
He placed it on the table
Beside the other one
That came just yesterday
On a cloudly monday morn
The woman stopped her cryin
And wiped her tear soaked face
Picked up the other one
And slowly walked away
It was a telegram from prison
The words cold and brief
Your son died in a riot
One day before release
- Twice:
Tag: she took the faded picture and held it to her breast



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