Maid Of Sker

We could walk for an hour or so
Until we touched upon the shore
We call our own

We had this vision of happiness
It can't be found

Touch me, touch me

We have this love that others call ideal
I'm happy now

It could be poison, it could be sheer gold
I don't know, not at all

Touch me, touch me

I can't wait - oh oh
It could be poison, it could be sheer gold
I don't know, not at all

Darling I can't wait
Touch me, touch me



Credits
Writer(s): John Peter Aston, Michael Aston, Peter Risingham, Marcus Gilvear, James Christopher Stevenson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link