Bridget St John
Bridget St John
Bridget St John
Bridget St John
Bridget St John
Bridget St John
Bridget St John
Bridget St John
Bridget St John
Bridget St John
Her face a mass of freckles, hair tied in scoobedoo
She came running out to Sparrowpit and later called on you
Rocking and a-reeling, she tumbled down the hill
You wonder if she'll stay here, I think she will
If you want to help her better
Got to take her under your wing
If you want to help her better
Got to take her under your wing
Her gentle man has left her after just four years of life
It became impossiblе to call her wife
Now she has no placе she can call her home
Got to start all over this time on her own
If you want to help her better
Got to take her under your wing
If you want to help her better
Got to take her under your wing
The north wind will blow, we will have snow
Where do you go? Travelling on tired tyres
Shivering in your shoes
She doesn't mind the weather, she says she likes the view
The only thing that's missing is you
Learning how to build a fire to keep her warm
Exorcising devils that could do her harm
If you want to help her better
Got to take her under your wing
If you want to help her better
Got to take her under your wing
She doesn't mind the weather, she says she likes the view
The only thing that's missing is you
Learning how to build a fire to keep her warm
Exorcising devils that could do her harm
If you want to help her better
Got to take her under your wing
If you want to help her better
Got to take her under your wing
Sparrowpit was written by Bridget St John.