Home from Nicky Phillips by Nicky Phillips

Take me where the flowers grow,
Where we can grow old.
Take me somewhere we won’t know,
What the future holds,
And we’ll call it home.

I’ll hold pictures as you put fixtures in place,
We’ll hang them on our walls.
I’ll sing some songs and maybe you’ll sing along
And we’ll feel like we belong

And we’ll call it home
And we’ll call it home

Take me,
Where your heart is
Where your love is
And I’ll call it home
Take me,
Where you are weakest
Where you’ll need me
And I’ll call it home

In the morning I’ll press the snooze a while
and you will turn over and smile and wait
For my kiss upon your cheek
I’ll put the kettle on and you’ll turn the heating on and we’ll fall back to sleep

Something in your eyes, it tells me that this is all I need
and there’s nowhere else to be
Suddenly your hands are holding me closer than before,
We’re heading to the door.

And we’ll call it home
And we’ll call it home
And we’ll call it home

• Acoustic
• England
• Indie
• Manchester
• folk pop
• indie
• indie folk
• indiefolk
• indiefolkpop
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• United Kingdom