Abigail (Live)

I wrote this song an early mornin'
It's about a Yorkshire girl
It was a few days before her birthday
And I wrote this song for her

She lived in the cheery-tree house
And I see her making a cup of tea
She lived in a cherry-shared house
Whilst Making her Yorkshire tea

And I never thought I
I would write this song for her
And whilst I have her in mind
A sweet melody comes to me

I wrote this song on a frosty morning
It's about a northern girl
It was a few days before her birthday
And I wrote a few lines for her

She lived in a house on Forest Road
And every night I see her making tea
She told me about a Paolo Nutini's song
But she said: 'that song was not about me'

And I never thought I
I would write this song for her
And whilst I have her in mind
A sweet melody comes to me

She glows the night into day to me
Because of her Falk Egg Court shines neat
The lights brighten the streets in twinkling trees
Sweet Abigail brings joy to me

I wrote this song an early morning
It's about a Yorkshire girl
It was a few days before her birthday
And I wrote this song for her



Credits
Writer(s): Vittorio Cecconi
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