The Western Isles

Josh Rouse

Holiday,
I can see the light from the western isles
Faded and white like a western smile
We could live here, you know

Nobody say
Caught up in a life that is based on lies
Struggle and strife from the nights of fire
Just getting by, you know

Cigarettes and black grease tea..
Could we feel at home?

Far, far away,
I can hear the birds on western isles
Singing in the night like an ancient choir
Oh how I love you so

Don’t worry baby,
You’ll be alright with the western smile
Maybe there’s a life on the western isles
In a few years or so

Cigarettes and ...
maybe we’ve been aging in
And we’re almost home
Almost home

Head up for the western isles
We head up for the western isles
We head up for the western isles
We head up for the western isles
Oh and there we wanna go
Oh and there we wanna go.


compositores: BRAD JONES, JOSH ROUSE
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