Texty:
Sokyrka Theresa These Old Charms

Come away with me in the night Come away with me And I will write you a song Come away with me on a bus Come away where they can't tempt us With their

that love's not around Still it's uncomfortably near My poor old heart ain't gaining no ground Because my angel eyes ain't here Angel eyes, that old

and low And fumbled through her bag to find, The things she'd left behind because Goldfish, never live to be that old And swimming by you startled my old

I?ve got money in my pocket I like the color of my hair I?ve got a friend who loves me Got a house, I?ve got a car I?ve got a good mother And her voice

Baby let's cruise, away from here Don't be confused the way is clear And if you want it you got it forever This is not a one night stand So let the music

think that love's not around Still it's uncomfortably near My poor old heart ain't gaining no ground Because my angel eyes ain't here Angel eyes, that old

Quiet nights of quiet stars Quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us. Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams. Quiet walks by quiet

Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible says and it still is news cuz Mama may have and papa may have But God bless the child

Fish are jumpin' And the cotton is high Oh your daddy's rich And your mamma's good lookin' So hush little baby Don't you cry One of these mornings