English House - Fleet Foxes

You go with your two feet bare

Down through the cold lane there to Brighton

A country house a liar and a louse live there

Go with your arms held wide

Happiness in your eyes convincing

And stay the night turn out every light you see

And lay them down buried in the ground for me

MUSIC

Whoa my love whoa my love

Whoa my love whoa my love

Whoa

Tongues of the creatures wait

Drawn to the fragile legs you walk on

A cold wind blows Brighton to the coast from me

The cold wind blows Brighton to the coast from me

MUSIC

Whoa my love oh my love

Whoa my love oh my love

Whoa my love oh my love

Whoa my love oh my love

Oh