Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Changes Are No Good, artist - Brenda Lee. Album song The Best Of Brenda Lee, Volume 2, in the genre
Date of issue: 11.09.2007
Record label: Sony ATV
Song language: English
Changes Are No Good |
It was just boards of rough cut pine, |
And a quilt of patch work cotton |
A place to lay your body down was that big four poster bed. |
Daddy built it out of pine two days before the wedding. |
They say the neighbours cheered and hollered till his face got red. |
And Mama brought the feather pillows and some handmade bedding. |
And they spent their wedding night in that big four poster bed. |
That night they swore like that bed their love would last forever |
And they’d ask no more of life than the simple things they had. |
So they planed there future as they laid close together |
And later I was born there in that big four poster bed |
It was just some boards of rough cut pine, |
And a quilt of patch work cotton |
A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head. |
A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in. |
Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed. |
I remember as a child waking up on a winter morning |
With Sound of laughing voices and the smell of baking bread |
And running across that coal wood floor jumping there with them |
And lord I felt so safe and warm in that big four poster bed |
The day that daddy died, he whispered something soft to mama. |
To this day she’s never told a soul the words he said. |
She just smiled through her tears and held his hand and nodded. |
And my daddy looked so much at rest in that big four poster bed. |
It was just some boards of rough cut pine, |
And a quilt of patchwork cotton |
A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head. |
A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in. |
Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed |
Now time has dried up all the tears here I stand a woman. |
Your arms reach out to touch my soul, your sweet words turn my head. |
Darling, won’t you tell me first this will be forever |
Before you lead me up the stairs to that big four poster bed |
Cause only love has ever touched, that big four poster bed. |
Yes It was just some boards of rough cut pine, |
And a quilt of patchwork cotton |
A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head. |
A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in. |
Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed |