California
Nick Cunningham
3:49Lucy, Lucy I won't curse your mother's name You're gone with the wind No more heartless point the blame No one can win It comes as no surprise here December calls you home To the winter cold Let England call you home Let England call you home You left by my doorstep A pair of your old shoes Outside my window The flowers that you grew Memories of Sunday Still point of view Need just one black white photograph To remind me of you To remind me of you Lucy, Lucy Lucy, Lucy Lucy, Lucy Lucy, Lucy You left by my doorstep A pair of your old shoes And just one black white photograph To remind me of you