My Girl Going To Town کے بول

God of warm words And good things God of change God of broken chains And rusty rails in sidings God of the saints And nearly departed Come down and love the living Before they go Tell us a joke... My girl going to town She dresses down She still wears that tiny ring My girl going to town Takes the late train Oh it won't rain, she says God of good times Dry, happy, sunshine days God of sand castles And holidays In motor cars That take you days here and there How long till we get there? Fast asleep after tears That gently change the colour Of your brown skin My girl going to town Spends the days on her own Says the summer nights are warm My girl going to town Is it her I'm worried for? Are you coming home