Kingdom Come Lyrics by Jayne Trimble
When the wind blows
On a Sunday morning late July
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When the wind blows
On a Sunday morning late July
I dreamed that you were standing there
With purest look of love
Oh if I had listened to my mother, I’d have been gone about six months
But instead I listened to my lover, and lay my head down here
“Cold blows the wind and hard against my back!”
Cries the lonesome traveler traveling down the track
Beware the girl with the golden hair
Her eyes are green, and her skin so fair