Holy Loud - Nadia Reid

Take me to the top of Saint Evan’s Street

Wait for me, darling, till our hands do meet

I will wear the shackles and the golden crown

Nothing like your lover when he lets you down

Give away my heart to the highest bidder

None of my friends have ever been winners

I settle for the worst and that’s my father’s trait

Get him to the church and don’t you dare be late

O, holy low, holy low

Holy low

Bring me to the bottom of the old schoolyard

Tell me I am pretty and the only one

No, I wasn’t waiting, I was only shy

Saint Evan’s Street is surely gonna pass me by

O, holy low, holy low

Holy low

Sally, she is pregnant, not the only one

Jimmy’s doing lines in that old grey barn

And no, I wasn’t waiting, I was only shy

Saint Evan’s Street is surely gonna pass me by

O, holy low, holy low

Holy low

Take me to the top of Saint Evan’s Street

Wait for me, darling, till our hands do meet

I will wear the shackles and the golden crown

Nothing like your lover when he lets you down