I couldn’t do owt on me own
Need the fruits of the seeds she has sown
For her presence gives me inspiration
And allows my brain its perspiration
Giving me words where there were none before.
I couldn’t do owt on me own
She put the air in the wings that have flown
Where once I toiled in desperation
I know pray against our separation
For on my own attempts are so poor
Need the fruits of the seeds she has sown
For her presence gives me inspiration
And allows my brain its perspiration
Giving me words where there were none before.
I couldn’t do owt on me own
She put the air in the wings that have flown
Where once I toiled in desperation
I know pray against our separation
For on my own attempts are so poor
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