Here's a morning prayer,
"leaving London town"
I left someone I love back there.
My sweetie loves the rain
On the cobblestone
Cnd streaking down the window pane
Oh and I love her
Please make sure she's warm
Tell her I'll be coming home
Yeah there's another land
And it's calling me
They say that country makes the man
But I still see her turn away
Through the salty air
It's her to whom I kneel and pray
Oh and I love her
Please make sure she's warm
I don't know when I'm coming home
Sometimes late at night
Don't know why I came
I can't find the strength to fight
Oh, and I'm sorry
So please make sure she's warm
I don't know if I'm coming home