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All I Need

Niall McNamee
Langue: anglais


Niall McNamee


John ships out next week
His mother says the young boy’s heart and arms are far too weak
To hold a rifle by his cheek

And he says he’s not afraid
Says God’s by his side and wears those lucky socks his sweetheart made
And when he’s back he’ll have a wife and a trade

But I don’t want to let you go
I’m in places I don’t know
Before I know for sure
I wanna see those eyes up close once more
And when I’m back I’ll go

From Peterborough to Grantham Town,
Newark Place, Doncaster, York, Durham, Tyne and Tweed
As soon as I get off this land
I’m on that track to find you hand
Cus you are all I need
You’re all I need

Pete's not well at all
The sirens played in his mind when he heard the first made call
Now he stands with a strike by the back pub way wall

He’s said I’ve never fought before
I wouldn’t hurt a fly and then he falls down to the floor
I don’t want to leave out that door

She prays don’t sign yourself
It’s not your king and country and you don’t need the wealth
I say I’m a young boy at heart and that hearts full of health

She said we’ll be just fine
Money never made us laugh
And money never made you mine
Don’t you leave us next week and put our lives on the line

But I don’t want to let you go
I’m in places I don’t know
Before I know for sure
I wanna see those eyes up close once more
And when I’m back I’ll go

From Peterborough to Grantham Town,
Newark Place, Doncaster, York, Durham, Tyne and Tweed
As soon as I get off this land
I’m on that track to find you hand
Cus you are all I need
You’re all I need

I got a letter today
It says I’m leaving and I’ll be out there by the end of May
And I’ll be fighting against boys dressed in grey

So we stand there at the bar
Sure grab yourself another jar
Be back by Christmas
And France is not so far and when I’m back I’ll hold you in my arms

But I don’t want to let you go
I’m in places I don’t know
Before I know for sure
I wanna see those eyes up close once more
And when I’m back I’ll go

From Peterborough to Grantham Town,
Newark Place, Doncaster, York, Durham, Tyne and Tweed
As soon as I get off this land
I’m on that track to find you hand
Cus you are all I need
You’re all I need



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