Swell does the skull
I don't want to be a singer
No more
I don't to be a singer
No more
But bourborn
Always bourborn
Swell does the skull
I don't want to be a singer
No more
I don't want to be a singer
But velvet
Always velvet
Here he comes through the rain
With his coat and his walking cane
And he says softly to me
The war is over
We belong in the country
Ooo...
Ooo...
Bring have they may
There's honey on the breadroll
There's honey on the breadroll
And music
Always music
Here comes home out of the rain
I take his coat and his walking cane
He can feel as I hold him tight
The day is over
We belong by the fire side
Ooo...
Ooo...
Swell does my skull
I'll never be without him no more
I'll never be without him no more
I'll never be without him no