Brick And Stone - Harry Manx

Well, soft as leaves in autumn

Lying in a pool of rain

Give you silk and cotton, girl

Let me speak your name

Oh child, let me speak your name

I helped you cross the river

Taking comfort in your hand

Gazing past your shoulder, girl

I knew I’d be your man

I knew I’m gonna be your man

Oh child, gonna be your man

Whose name walks behind you

And whose shadow crosses mine

Whose eyes get caught in wonder

Well, I take that as a sign

Oh child, gonna take that as a sign

Take that as a sign

You talk of things that matter

You speak of brick and stone

But I’m gonna be your resting place

And child, you can be my home

Oh, you can be my home

Oh, you can be my home

You talk of things that matter

You speak of brick and stone

But I’m gonna be your resting place

And girl, you can be my home

Oh, you can be my home

Oh child, you can be my home