(Foy Vance)
(Pattern 1) C G Am The orange was the size of a watermelon to me, Dm C G Well at least that is my memory. C G Am Sunshine made my bare feet burn upon the road, Dm C G Am G Far a-way we'd roam. C G Am I'd be howling out a song in the back seat, Dm C G The boys would laugh and tease about my black feet. C G Am They'd tell stories that would warm my soul, (Pattern 2) Dm C G Am F Em Mo-tor-bikes and chrome, Gsus4 G Jimmy could not wait to get home. (Pattern 3) C Dm F C Homebird sing, Dm C G Fly me high on an angel's wing. (Pattern 4) C Dm F C Homebird sing, C G/B Am G C Leave out nothing, tell me everything. C G Am Everywhere we went just looked the same to me, Dm C G The skies were blue and the grass was green, C G Am I wonder how different I might see them now, Dm C G Am G Yet I see them somehow. C G Am Through the fallen memories when that angel baby sings, Dm C G Oh the little magic that his solo brings, C G Am Making up songs and words and singing from the soul, Dm C G Am F Em Oh the stories told, Gsus4 G None but him and Jimmy could know. C Dm F C Homebird sing, Dm C G Fly me high on an angel's wing. C Dm F C Homebird sing, C G/B Am G C Leave out nothing, tell me everything. C Dm F C Homebird sing, Dm C G Fly me high on an angel's wing. C Dm F C Homebird sing, C G/B Am G C Leave out nothing, tell me everything.