Flora Cash

Promising

Flora Cash


Oh, it smells like home,
When I walk outside this
Stranger’s slum.
Oh, I just wanna get out of here,
Take me…
To the promising land of love

I’ll take you home,
Where the greener grass
Is gonna grow
Won’t be alone,
’Cause the greener grass
Is gonna grow.
Some day, one way

Or another we will find it, bind it,
Call it promising.
Oh, when I get home,
I will run upstairs,
To my old room.
I’ll see you home

And we’ll go right up to your old room.
Lie, on the floor,
In that cozy room without a door.
Repeat chorus
Home (take me)
Home (bring me)
Home, home, home, home

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