COME BACK

Woke up this mornin'in the middle of the wood
bothered by something in the wind
the sound of no-one callin' my name
I've just tried to do my thing
Runnin' away from home
From friends at school back home
Come back, come back,
come back, little baby John, come back.
Come back, come back,
come back, little baby John, come back.
I still see the lights shinin' bright on the way
they do shine bright but they're not warm
I'll sleep once more under the grey moonlight
Gonna be bothered again by the wind
Calling me back home
Friends calling me back home.
Come back, come back,
come back, little baby John, come back.
Come back, come back,
come back, little baby John, come back.
Come back one mornin' when the past had really gone
Found nothin' there ... but hurt
Had a look around ... There was nothing left for me
Everything grows smaller with time
Felt something
Heard someone
The wind was callin' me back home
Come back, come back

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