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Barbara Dickson Dark End Of The Street

Hush a bye, don't you cry, Go to sleepy little baby When you awake, you will have cake, And all the pretty little horses. Black and bay, dapple and gray

They used to tell me I was building a dream And so I followed the mob When there was earth to plough or guns to bear I was always there, right on the

saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave To the dark and the empty skies my love To the dark and

Can't I cry a little bit There's nobody to notice it Can't I cry if I want to No one cares Why can't I pretend that you love me again All I had has been

Maybe the hardest thing I've ever done Was to walk away from you Leaving behind the life that we'd begun I split myself in two Proud and alone, cold

Across the evening sky All the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go Beside the winter's fire I will still be dreaming I have

dark end of the street That's where we always meet Hiding in shadows where we don't belong Living in darkness to hide our wrong You and me at the dark end