Texty: Howard Eliott Payne. Bright Light Ballads. Seven Years.

Seven long years
as wild as the wind
we cradled the dawn
to whatever end
and sometimes when I
feel broken and blue
it brings me such peace
to think about you

I was there at the start
when you first came in
an angel of soul
a harbour of sin
a moment of doubt
not knowing what is true
it brings me such peace
to think about you

I left in the spring
with a gun in each hand
we kissed on the tracks
and parted as friends
and seven long years
beneath a cold prison moon
it brings me such peace
to think about you

yeah it brings me such peace
to think about you

yeah it brings me such peace
to think about?. You

(Thanks to Jo for these lyrics)