Tell My Sister Lyrics – Martha Wainwright

Weather man on the radio
Threatens rain, maybe snow
He don’t know, I need blue skies
I’ve got to go

I’m not a cowboy
I’ve never been shot
I’m not a convict
I’ve never been caught

Tell my sister
To tell my mother
I’m coming home
Home, alone

Sunday morning
I boarded a plane
Leaving London, England
In the rain

Tell my sister
To tell my mother
I’m coming home
Home, alone

Someday I’ll be back again
To that green and pleasant land
Between the Channel and the sea
Across the ocean, that’s where I want to be

But until then, tie me to the ground
I’ve got to let these weary bones rest
From runnin’ around
Tell my sister

To tell my mother
I’m coming home
Home, alone
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Martha Wainwright Lyrics – Tell My Sister

Martha Wainwright

Tell My Sister