paroles de chanson Honey and Rue: 6. Take My Mother Home - Andre Previn , Kathleen Battle , Orchestra of St. Luke's

My lady rides a Tennessee stud with a tiny whip in her hand. The afternoon sky is kind to her and the wind is in love with her veil. Her coat is as red as her heart. The spurs on her heels glint like knives where the esh of the stud is soft.

I wish I had me a fast-footed horse; a veil to wrap my mind. I wish I had me a tiny little whip and a heart that could close like a coat.
Take my mother home; take my mother on home
I ain't free; never mind about me
Take my mother home.
Take my father home; let my father see his home
I ain't free; don't worry about me
Take my father home.
Take my sister home; lead my sister home
I ain't free; forget about me
Take my sister home.
Take my brother home; show him the way to get home
I ain't free; it don't matter about me
Take my brother home.
Take my baby home; take my baby home
I ain't free and I never will be
Take my pretty baby on home.
Home. Home.
I can stay here all alone if you
Take my mother home.