Bluestone - Wind and Rain Lyrics

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Wind and Rain

Wind and Rain Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Wind and Rain By Bluestone?
It was 2.00 am when I hit town again
And I jumped off the big freight trai-ain As quite as a mouse, I went to Bonnie's house And I tapped on her window pa-ane She said come on in, you look soaked to the skin Get out of the wind and rai-ain She sat on her bed and she smiled as she said It's good to have you back again Turn out the light, make the most of the night I'm only here till mornin' Turn on the stove and the firelight glow The wind and the rain are ca-a-allin' Bonnie wept tears of joy for her long lost boy Down on her bended knee-ee I was tempted to stay, but the very next day I knew it could never be-ee So I got up slow, I said I really gotta go Goin' back to the wind and rai-ain But Bonnie sleep light, some cold grey night You know I'm comin' back again Turn out the light, make the most of the night I'm only here till mornin' Then I must go from the firelight glow The wind and the rain are ca-a-allin' Turn out the light, make the most of the night I'm only here till mornin' Then I must go from the firelight glow The wind and the rain are ca-a-allin' Turn out the light, make the most of the night I'm only here till mornin' Then I must go from the firelight glow The wind and the rain are ca-a-allin' Turn out the light, make the most of the night I'm only here till mornin' Then I must go from the firelight glow [fade] |
Who Wrote Wind and Rain By Bluestone?
Gavin Friday, Morris Roycroft
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