Walk (An Pierlé)

So if you’d walk A thousand miles Until you’d reach our home tonight We’d set fire To everything So what d’’ you think Through heavy snowfall And bitter cold I hope you’re packed In solid clothes Your shiny mooses Don’t need to rest It’s for the best Maybe it is true Love’s to bleed True love Is to need Sometimes It flows to the sea That’s why you always come Back to me With jam & coffee And toasted bread On Sunday morning We’ll talk and sit And we’re surprised That we are blessed Such happiness You’re so attractive Your salty smell Is my favourite flavour I live to tell That by tonight You will be here Come, I’m in need True love To need, we have Agreed True love don’t need no receipt