Homebird - Foy Vance

The orange was the size of a watermelon to me

Well at least that is my memory

Sunshine made my bare feet burn upon the road

Far away we’d roam

I’d be howlin' out a song in the back seat

The boys would laugh and tease about my black feet

They’d tell stories that would warm my soul

Motorbikes and chrome

Jimmy could not wait to get home

Homebird sing

Fly me high on an angel’s wing

Homebird sing

Leave out nothing tell me everything

Everywhere we went just looked the same to me

The skys were blue and the grass was green

I wonder how different I might see them now

Yet I see them somehow

Through the fallen memories when that angel baby sings

Oh the little magic that his solo brings

Making up songs and words and singin from the soul

Oh the stories told

None but him and Jimmy could know

Homebird sing

Fly me high on an angel’s wing

Homebird sing

Leave out nothing tell me everything

Homebird sing

Fly me high on an angel’s wing

Homebird sing

Leave out nothing tell me everything