Folk In A: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

We've all had the dream of being totally loved and taken care of.  Now that you're home, cuddle up, let me love all your troubles away.

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Oh, Someday I hope I can go back to sweet maria
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And hope that she'll welcome me back, in her loving way
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Oh I pray that some way or some how
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I'll come back and she'll tell me, Now,
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That you're back snuggle up
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Let me love all your troubles away.

I'm not saying there's anything special about who I am
I'm a regular son of a gun, just an average man.
But there's something deep in my heart
That keeps telling me i've got to start
Heading back to the sweet golden honey, of maria's arms.

When I left, I know that I hurt her and turned her toward sadness
And I know that the reason i did, was some kind of sadness
But sometimes you just can't explain
Why you do things that seem quite insane
And insane is the hope that she'll welcome
me back home again.

Oh, Someday I hope I can go back to sweet maria
And hope that she'll welcome me back, in her loving way
Oh I pray that some way or some how
I'll come back and she'll tell me, Now,
That you're back snuggle up
Let me love all your troubles away.