Yodelling Song Lyrics - Tanita Tikaram

The first time you stole flowers from the grave 

Then, the second time, you shaved your head 

You had been saved by the very friendly, Jesus man 

And all He said, "Well, I'm your brother, man" 

In the winter time, you wore patch-work hard-me-downs 

In the summer time, you were all bronzed, while I was brown 

And they didn't ask you where you got the candy 

No, they didn't ask you where you got the tan 

In the morning time we played travels to the sea 

In the evening time we had reduced the sea to me 

But your mother saved us from your daddy's hand 

Yeah. your mother saved us from your daddy's hand 

From your daddy 

From your daddy 

With my adult mind 

You know my body feels so strange 

If they'd only sign away my life to me 

I could be much saner 

If they'd only learn to let me freedom seek 

The world would be less mean 

But they never know how to let you go 

But they never know how to leave me