Oh have you seen my dear companion For he was all this world to me Written by Jean Ritchie © 1976 Geordie Music Pub Co. I hear he's gone to some far country And that he cares no more for me I wish I were a swallow flying I'd fly to a high and

And bullet proof Limb by limb and tooth by tooth Tearing up inside of me Every day every hour I wish that I was bullet proof Heat the pins and stab them in You have turned me into this

I wish I knew nothing at all Oh, I'm missing all the things I knew Yet wish I knew nothing at all Three's my lucky number And fortune comes in threes But I wish I knew that number That even little children seem to see Oh, I'm missing everything I knew

Oh, I wish that I could hurt that way again. Oh, I wish that I could hurt that way again At least I had you every now and then And in between the sorrow At least there was tomorrow And as long as there's tomorrow There's no end Oh, I wish that we could

I wish I was your lover I wish that you were mine Baby I got this feeling That I just can't hide Oh baby all I need is you You know I got this feeling that I just can't hide I try to tell you how I feel I try to tell you but I'm me Words don't come easily

Far below the northern lights To satisfy my soul Movin' on a steady roll You know my baby is sweet as honey Sweet from the honey bee Ain't no use to mourn I'd love that San Antonio woman Oh, I wish I was in Texas I wish I was in Texas

Oh oh oh oh oh Without the Scheiße yeah I, I wish that I could dance On a single fare I wish I could be strong Without the Scheiße yeah Scheiße, Scheiße be mine, Do whatever you like Scheiße be mine

These are the good old days And I wish that I could stay These are the good old days (these are the good old days, yeah) It's all good right now I don't really know why, I don't really know why But these are the good old days Oh, I'd like to stay I wish

The blues have wrapped their arms Oh how I wish it was you instead That I knew better than those around me But something changed along the way And you're the reason I'm wanting to stay I can't turn my back and leave you After all you've done for me

And we got three more days 'til Friday I swear I wish somebody would tell me Ooh, that's all I want Is taken for weakness Now I'm FourFiveSeconds from wildin' I'm just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin' I'm tryna make it back home by Monday