Jenny Wilson

Let them search for us We will not return for a while Let them call our names The wind will blow them back anyhow It's oh so sweet Your hair grown long oh shoulder long It's oh so sweet out there My back has turned strong Can we hide here forever Can

Artist: Jenny Wilson Title: Anchor Made Of Gold Box of matches and a pocket knife Some lumps of sugar this will save my life While my heart is full of confidence, my head is a mess I've got a golden anchor hanging round my neck I said, no I'm hauling

No more soap to clean my hands with No songs left for the choir Oh, no more stitches for the dress No more bread here left to bless I raise my hands they reach the sky Oh-ooh Ooooh-oh x 2 So I left my fading life I left my hands with an open door Lef

The Wooden Chair Jenny Wilson I sit here singing a song a song that'll make you sleepy Oh I sing a harsh hymn all through the night so I won't fall asleep Oh oh lil baby in my arms I am armed I'm standing in the line of fire My heart is beating It go

Don't touch it yet it's hot Your fingertips will fall off The kitchen's burning while I'm scraping the pots Come on now eat your food Cartridges fried and stewed This table has become a combat zone Sit down please be calm Let's load our weapons now T

Tie my shoes and zip my jacket I lock the door and check my pockets I'm leaving the light on just for the sight Might make someone think that I'm still around Sold my bed, no need to sleep these nights Walking rounds in search for stars these nights

Tie my shoes and zip my jacket I lock the door and check my pockets I'm leaving the light on just for the sight Might make someone think that I'm still around Sold my bed, no need to sleep these nights Walking rounds in search for stars these nights

I wanted to be born so I crawled out in the middle of the night Out of my mother I looked at the stars and I looked at the bushes then I crawled along the path Whistling* In a pair of dusty shoes I walked a long my youth I was left with a number of n