歌詞
Morning will break on the old Steeple Road
Sun on the Church that stands by the sea
Cold wind that blows 'cross a fall berry berm
Like promises made he never would keep
I will go walk the old Steeple Road
Down where it ends at the edge of the sea
Where I can hear his voice in the wind
There I will wait till he come home to me
There I will wait till he come home to me
There I will wait
Written by: James Alan Johnston


