Tom Springfield
British singer and songwriter.
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If they gave me a fortune,
My treasure would be small:
I could lose it all tomorrow
And never mind at all.
But if I should lose your love, dear,
I don't know what I'd do,
For I know I'll never find another you.
It would take a miracle,
But someday maybe I'll find
That I'm in the loving arms of someone
That I'll know, know he's the someone
Who'll kiss all the heartache away,
And come that day
I won't mind losing you.
The rains tumble down in the sky,
Young swallows have learned how to fly,
The leaves that were green are no longer so green,
And it looks like the summer is over.
I walk where once the grass was green
And mourn the lark that sings no more
What bird could sing whose eyes have seen
Broken blossoms on the field of war?
Oh my love, oh my love, I've cried for you so much,
Lonely nights without sleeping, while I longed for your touch.
Now your lips can't evade the heartache I've known,
Come with me to a world of our own.
Sing, sweet nightingale,
Sing me a song of a night never-ending,
Sing, sweet nightingale,
And I'll try to pretend
That tomorrow's nowhere near
And there's nothing to fear.
Like a drum my heart was beating,
And your kiss was sweet as wine,
But the joys of love are fleeting
For Pierrot and Columbine.
Here I stand, feeling lost and so alone.
Take my hand; don't desert me now,
Please don't hurt me now.
If you see my darling
Out there in the crowd,
Say I still remember
Promises we vowed.
Yesterday was dreaming,
But my dream came tumbling down.
Call the boys and tell them,
Say I won't be there.
Breakaway, the breeze is sighin'
Breakaway, the time is flyin'
So, I'm gonna pack a bag and get my coat
Lock my door and leave a note
Take a train or take a boat
Well, I'm gonna breakaway.
When you smile at me well I feel so good
Come on home
I can't be mad at you like I know I should
Come on home.
Well you took me for a ride
And I thought my love had died;
Still I need you by my side
So come on home.
The glow has gone forever
And our dreams have turned to dust;
I don't know how I can go on,
And yet I know I must.
Hey there, Georgy girl
Why do all the boys just pass you by?
Could it be you just don't try or is it the clothes you wear?
You're always window shopping but never stopping to buy
So shed those dowdy feathers and fly - a little bit
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