Sharon
Sharon drank coffee by the fireside
Drinking down tears too salty to hide
Wondering how it must have been
For the grieving widow and her next of kin
Oh, don't turn around
Ohhhh
Sharon wondered which way to go
The freezing sands or the desert snow
Grabbed her bags and then it's off again
Just a tunnel or two on a soulless train
Oh, don't turn around
Oh, don't turn around
Cry for the falling starlight
Sigh for the wretched child
Buying time for what she just might
Free as a dove, who could she love but me
Sharon once told me that she'd like to be
The sailing wind on the seventh sea
How can she love me when I'm just a man
Slave to the dollar and the frying pan
Oh, don't turn around
Oh, don't turn around
Cry for the falling starlight
Sigh for the wretched child
Buying time for what she just might
Free as a dove, who could she love but me
Sharon passed by at the side of the road
Whole world before her but nowhere to go
Her goddamned road is soaked in gin
For only the lonely know how to sin
Oh, don't turn around
Oh, don't turn around, round
Cry for the falling starlight
Sigh for the wretched child
Buying time for what she just might
Free as a dove, who could she love but me
Free as a dove, who could she love but me
Drinking down tears too salty to hide
Wondering how it must have been
For the grieving widow and her next of kin
Oh, don't turn around
Ohhhh
Sharon wondered which way to go
The freezing sands or the desert snow
Grabbed her bags and then it's off again
Just a tunnel or two on a soulless train
Oh, don't turn around
Oh, don't turn around
Cry for the falling starlight
Sigh for the wretched child
Buying time for what she just might
Free as a dove, who could she love but me
Sharon once told me that she'd like to be
The sailing wind on the seventh sea
How can she love me when I'm just a man
Slave to the dollar and the frying pan
Oh, don't turn around
Oh, don't turn around
Cry for the falling starlight
Sigh for the wretched child
Buying time for what she just might
Free as a dove, who could she love but me
Sharon passed by at the side of the road
Whole world before her but nowhere to go
Her goddamned road is soaked in gin
For only the lonely know how to sin
Oh, don't turn around
Oh, don't turn around, round
Cry for the falling starlight
Sigh for the wretched child
Buying time for what she just might
Free as a dove, who could she love but me
Free as a dove, who could she love but me
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Writer(s): John Montet
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