Lyrics String Baby - Kirsty McGee

String Baby

Hang out the streamers, bring out the wine,
Crack open the bottle, ‘cause, baby, you’re mine.
There’s bunting on the staircase and ribbons in the hall
Some have a half measure, but I’ve got it all.
Let yours be the last face I see every night,
Soft grows the roaster, the dawn clings so bright.
When the stars are all staggering home and the light
You’re the string baby and I am the guide.
Hang out the streamers, bring out the wine
Crack open the bottle, ‘cause, baby, you’re mine.
There’s bunting on the staircase and ribbons in the hall
Some have a half measure, but I’ve got it all.
Let your be the only hand that I hold,
To have me, to hold me until I grow old.
May your eyes be wide open and our hearts never cold
I’m the lost sheep and you are the fault.
May I still read your face when my eyes lack the luster,
In the warmth of the bed, in the cold winds that bluster.
May the dust of sweet blessings rain on you tonight,
I’m string baby and you are the guide.