Chris Price songs
Back Home With You
There's a big golden sun just over the horizon
The pink salmon sky is fading to blue
Its a misty picture book evening
Its twenty miles out and I'm thinking of you
I'd rather be home in front of the fire
With you in my arms, my one heart's desire
But this is something that I've got to do
And soon I'll be back home with you
I sing songs of love and songs of desire
I sing songs of hope and songs of despair
Its just music and people are dancing
And you're sat at home and I wish I was there
I'd rather be home in front of the fire
With you in my arms, my one heart's desire
But this is something that I've got to do
And soon I'll be back home with you
The dark brooding mountains and star speckled skies
They cannot compare with the love in your eyes
The people are gone; the dance floor is empty
I've packed my guitar and I'm ready to go
Its a frosty, start spangled evening
I'm clearing my windscreen and thinking of home
I'd rather be there in front of the fire
With you in my arms, my one heart's desire
But this is something that I've got to do
And soon I'll be back home
I'd rather be back home
Can't wait to be back home with you
© Chris Price 2004
There's a big golden sun just over the horizon
The pink salmon sky is fading to blue
Its a misty picture book evening
Its twenty miles out and I'm thinking of you
I'd rather be home in front of the fire
With you in my arms, my one heart's desire
But this is something that I've got to do
And soon I'll be back home with you
I sing songs of love and songs of desire
I sing songs of hope and songs of despair
Its just music and people are dancing
And you're sat at home and I wish I was there
I'd rather be home in front of the fire
With you in my arms, my one heart's desire
But this is something that I've got to do
And soon I'll be back home with you
The dark brooding mountains and star speckled skies
They cannot compare with the love in your eyes
The people are gone; the dance floor is empty
I've packed my guitar and I'm ready to go
Its a frosty, start spangled evening
I'm clearing my windscreen and thinking of home
I'd rather be there in front of the fire
With you in my arms, my one heart's desire
But this is something that I've got to do
And soon I'll be back home
I'd rather be back home
Can't wait to be back home with you
© Chris Price 2004
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