Flora Cash - Promising Lyrics
Oh, it smells like home,When i walk outside thisStranger's slum.Oh, i just wanna get out of here,Take me...To the promising land of love.I'll take you home,Where the greener grassIs gonna growWon't be alone,'cause the greener grassIs gonna grow.Some day, one way,Or another we will find it, bind it,Call it promising.Oh, when i get home,I will run upstairs,To my old room.I'll see you home,And we'll go right up to your old room.Lie, on the floor,In that cozy room without a door.Repeat chorusHome (take me)Home (bring me)Home, home, home, home