Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warm Coffee (The Market Song), artist - Ziggy Alberts. Album song Land & Sea, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 10.12.2014
Record label: Commonfolk
Song language: English
Warm Coffee (The Market Song) |
‘cause she’s the sort of girl you find early in the morning |
Somewhere at the markets, early eyes |
And she’s, she’s the sort of girl you find down by the sea |
‘cause the sea never left |
And I don’t know much about her |
‘cause I met her at the markets and didn’t ask her name |
But her eyes were soft and her words were the same |
But these were things that I, things, things that I was sure about |
Oh my love, oh my love |
Things where I, these things where I felt the same |
Now that I am trying, now that I’ve been singing softly again |
Same way she said, «Thank you» when I told her she was beautiful |
‘cause she’s the sort of girl you find early in the winter |
With, a cold wetsuit in hand, and she’s |
See she’s the sort of girl you find down by the sea |
‘cause the sea it always comes where she goes |
She’s the sort of girl that your father would love |
That your mum would be so proud to show some things |
And her eyes were soft and her love was the same |
But these were things that I, things, things that I was sure about |
Oh my love, oh my love |
Things where I, these things where I felt the same |
Now that I am trying, now that I’ve been singing softly again |
Same way she said, «Thank you» when I told her she was beautiful |
Warm coffee on your lips |
Warm coffee on your lips |
Warm coffee on mine |
Warm coffee on your lips |
Warm coffee on your lips |
Warm coffee in the mornin' light |
Warm coffee on your lips |
Warm coffee on your lips |
Warm coffee on mine |
And there was somethin' in these ‘thank yous' |
There was somethin' that was beautiful |
‘cause she’s the sort of girl you find early in the morning |
Somewhere at the markets, early eyes |
And she’s, she’s the sort of girl you find down by the sea |
‘cause the sea never left |
And I don’t know much about her |
‘cause I met her at the markets and I didn’t ask her name |
But her eyes were soft and her words remain the same |