COME HOME TO ME NOW

Come home to me now, Sandy Shea.
Walk down Brook St. sometime today.

Follow the brook straight to my heart,
don't meander. Let's never part.

Come home now, Sandy Shea,
My Irish lass, what have you to say?

Fly straight to me in Brookline town.
On my heart's runway gently touch down,

Come home to me now, Sandy Shea,
or for sure I will start to lose my way.

Let me hear you knock on our black door,
and if I don't hear you, knock some more.

Come home to me now, Sandy Shea.


January 2006


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