Lyrics | WHEN THE DAYS ARE SAD AND LONG, I JUST KEEP WANDERING ON, TO THE PLACE I HEAR A CALL, BECAUSE THE ONE I LOVE IS THERE BACK TO THE FIELDS OF COTTON TO HEAR A CREOLE LOVE CALL.
1994 lyrics by Lorraine Feather: A SUITCASE OPEN ON THE FLOOR, IN ROOM ELEVEN EIGHTY FOUR, YOUR PICTURE LYING BY THE PHONE, IT'S CLOSE TO MORNING AND I'M LONELY NO ONE AROUND TO CARE, SO I STARE AT THESE WALLS.
I KNOW SOME PEOPLE HERE IN TOWN, AND THEY WERE SHOWING ME AROUND, THEY KNEW THE HAPPENING PLACE TO GO, WE LAUGHED AND GOT A LITTLE LOWDOWN. BUT NOW I WANT YOU NEAR BABY, HEAR MY LOVE CALL.
THE MOON IS MISTY AND GRAY, IT NEVER SEEMS SO FAR AWAY. I TOUCH YOU AGAIN, BUT NOT TOMORROW. THEN FACE TO FACE WE'LL LIE, GOODBYE, JUST A MEMORY.
A SUITCASE OPEN ON THE FLOOR, IN ROOM ELEVEN EIGHTY FOUR. I KNOW AS I LIE VERY STILL, I DREAMT YOUR SCENT WAS ON THE PILLOW. TOO SOON TO DISAPPEAR, BABY, HEAR MY LOVE CALL. |