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Seamus

San tropez

Seamus

I was in the kitchen
Seamus, that's the dog was outside
Well, I was in the kitchen
Seamus, my old hound was outside
Well, you know the sun was sinking slowly
But my old hound just sat right down and cried

San Topez

As I reach for a peach, slide around down behind
The sofa in San Tropez
Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
Riding a wave in the wake of an old Sedan
Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
Scratched by the sand that fell from my love
Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling
If you're alone I'll come home

Backwards and home bound, the pigeon, the dove
Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane
Owning a home with no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne like a big tycoon
Sooner than wait for a break in the weather
I'll gather my far flung thoughts together
Speeding away on a wind to a new day
If your alone I'll come home

And I pause for a while by a country stile
And listen to things they say
Digging for gold in the hole in my hand
Open the book, take a look at the way things stand
And you're leading me down to the place by the sea
I hear your soft voice calling to me
Making a date for later by phone
And if you're alone I'll come home

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