Texty
I like to see the tide creeping up a pebbled shore
See the willows weeping or the buzzard soar
Or a forest floor in dappled light
I want to see the world a better place
See the smile on my baby's face
Or see my breath on a winter's night
You can have my conker on a string
Can I have your heart and a song to sing
That's all, all I want from you
You can't count the blessings that this world brings
Material maybe or ethereal things
It depends where you are and on your luck too
But I can count my blessings; I've never been bombed
Never fought in a war, never carried a gun
And no-one's ever shouted - Drone coming at you
You can have my conker on a string
Can I have your heart and a song to sing
That's all, all I want from you
I've never really been hungry, never really been cold
And I won't die young 'cos I've grown too old
'Cos no-one's ever shot me and until they do
You can have my conker on a string
Can I have your heart and a song to sing
That's all, all I want from you
Hey yeah, you can have my conker on a string
Can I have your heart and a song to sing
That's all, all I want from you
Hey yeah, that's all, all I want from you
Mmm, that's all, all I want from you
Written by: Philip Richard Riley
