Текст песни Deacon Blue - James Joyce Soles
Deacon Blue - James Joyce Soles слова песни
Here`s the picturesI promised to sendYou see the airbaseWhere we were sentNow the winterHas started to descendYour loving son was sent hereI got your letterFrom Boise IdahoTo James Joyce SolesTo James Joyce SolesI went down at midnightTo the Holy Loch shoreAnd scattered the ashesOf James Joyce SolesHe knew the reasonsWhy we were hereHe loved your parcelsAnd all your careYou`re so thoughtfulThey`re so fairI know my friend thought soWas James Joyce SolesHe`s not just a soldierHe`s not just a friendHe`s been in the warsIn a foreign landHe`s been on the payphoneWhen itr was so coldHe was my comfortWas James Joyce SolesHe was my comfortIn a country so oldHe was my comfortWas James Joyce Soles