White Wine in the Sun ~Tim Minchin~

For home is my head laying down on your shoulder http://emilybarker.bandcamp.com/track/breath

White Wine In the Sun ~Tim Minchin~
I really like Christmas
It's sentimental I know, but I just really like it
I am hardly religious
I'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu to be honest
And, yes, I have all of the usual objections to consumerism
To the commercialisation of an ancient religion
To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian
Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer
But I still really like it
I'm looking forward to Christmas though I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus

I'll be seeing my dad, my brother and sisters, my gran, and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun. I'll be seeing my dad, my brother and sisters, my gran, and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun. I don't go in for ancient wisdom
I don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious it means that they're worthy
I get freaked out by churches
Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are spooky
And, yes, I have all of the usual objections to the miseducation
Of children who in tax-exempt institutions are taught to externalise blame
And to feel ashamed, and to judge things as plain right and wrong
But I quite like the songs. I'm not expecting big presents
The old combination of socks, jocks, and chocolates is just fine by me

Cos I'll be seeing my dad, my brother and sisters, my gran, and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun. I'll be seeing my dad, my brother and sisters my gran, and my mum
They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

And you my baby girl, my jet-lagged infant daughter
You'll be handed round the room like a puppy at a primary school
And you won’t understand, but you will learn some day
That wherever you are and whatever you face
These are the people who'll make you feel safe in this world
My sweet blue-eyed girl
And if, my baby girl, when you're twenty-one or thirty-one
And Christmas comes around and you find yourself nine thousand miles from home
You'll know whatever comes,
Your brothers and sisters, and me and your mum
Will be waiting for you in the sun

Whenever you come
Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles
Your grandparents, cousins, and me and your mum
Will be waiting for you in the sun, drinking white wine in the sun

Darling, when Christmas comes, we'll be waiting for you in the sun
Drinking white wine in the sun. Waiting for you in the sun
Waiting for you
Waiting.

I really like Christmas. It's sentimental I know.

Breath ~Emily Barker and The Red Clay Halo~

I woke up this morning without you by my side
So I beckoned my mind to come walk for a while
We strolled back to a night when your breath fell around me
And your arms were holding me tight

I see rain outside my window today
But I feel sunshine inside me since you came my way
All your kisses are like a food I could live off for days
And the longer I stay here the longer I wanna stay

Oh-oo I wanna hold you a long time
Oh-oo I want you a long while
For home is my head laying down on your shoulder And there is nowhere I’d rather be Love was before a cold, gravel road There were cracks in my boots and I got mud on my toes But I walked and I walked until I came to a well
Where the wish it was granted and the two of us fell Oh-oo I wanna hold you a long time
Oh-oo I want you a long while
For home is my head laying down on your shoulder And there is nowhere I’d rather be Can’t look at your hand without imagining it on me Can’t look in your eyes without seeing I’m blinded By your words and your lips and by your tender hand movements Oh what did you do to me? Oh-oo I wanna hold you a long time
Oh-oo I want you a long while
For home is my head laying down on your shoulder And there is nowhere I’d rather be