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Lindsay was my first love she was in my class
I would have loved to take her out but I was too shy to ask
The fullness of my feeling was never made clear
but I send her my love with a bang on the ear
Nora was my girl when I first was in a group
I can still see her to this day, stirring chicken soup
Now she's living in Australia working for an auctioneer
but I send her my love with a bang on the ear
Deborah broke my heart and I the willing fool
I fell for her one summer on the road to Liverpool
I thought it was forever but it was over in a year (oh dear)
but I send her my love with a bang on the ear
The home I made with Bella became a house of pain
we weathered it together bound by a ball and chain
It started up in Fife, and ended up in tears (oh dear)
but I send her my love with a bang on the ear
Krista was a rover from Canada she hailed
we crossed swords in San Francisco we both lived to tell the tale
I don't know now where she is oh but if I had her here
I'd give her my love with a bang on the ear
So my woman of the hearthfire, harbour of my soul
I watch you lightly sleeping and sense the dream that does unfold (like gold)
You to me are treasure, you to me are dear
so I'll give you my love with a bang on the ear
Translate to:
Lindsay was my first love she was in my class
I would have loved to take her out but I was too shy to ask
The fullness of my feeling was never made clear
but I send her my love with a bang on the ear
Nora was my girl when I first was in a group
I can still see her to this day, stirring chicken soup
Now she's living in Australia working for an auctioneer
but I send her my love with a bang on the ear
Deborah broke my heart and I the willing fool
I fell for her one summer on the road to Liverpool
I thought it was forever but it was over in a year (oh dear)
but I send her my love with a bang on the ear
The home I made with Bella became a house of pain
we weathered it together bound by a ball and chain
It started up in Fife, and ended up in tears (oh dear)
but I send her my love with a bang on the ear
Krista was a rover from Canada she hailed
we crossed swords in San Francisco we both lived to tell the tale
I don't know now where she is oh but if I had her here
I'd give her my love with a bang on the ear
So my woman of the hearthfire, harbour of my soul
I watch you lightly sleeping and sense the dream that does unfold (like gold)
You to me are treasure, you to me are dear
so I'll give you my love with a bang on the ear