Lucy Songtext
von Nick Cunningham

Lucy, Lucy

I won′t curse your mother's name
You′re gone with the wind
No more heartless point the blame
No one can win
It comes as no surprise here
December calls you home
To the winter cold

Let England call you home
Let England call you home


You left by my doorstep
A pair of your old shoes
Outside my window
The flowers that you grew
Memories of Sunday
Still point of view
Need just one black white photograph
To remind me of you
To remind me of you

Lucy, Lucy
Lucy, Lucy
Lucy, Lucy
Lucy, Lucy

You left by my doorstep
A pair of your old shoes
And just one black white photograph
To remind me of you