1729 Broadway – Echolyn – letras

Mame, I send you kisses for my boysTell them pappa’s well, but misses them to deathHow could I forget those little curlsDew-Drop be good for pop and he’ll surprise you girlsMame, you’re right there is no place like homeThese have been the longest days I’ve livedI wish this was my last week hereAt least your letters help this place to disappearTell Furey, Ned, and Billy Knox I asked for themBilly wants me to come homeThere’s work with him againI don’t like this place, can’t call it home without youThere’s an empty space in my heart without youMame, I send you my heart with all its achesIt’s too weak to hold up, too proud to breakI wish I had one of you hereThis place would turn around, this place would disappearI feel so lonesomeI would give a year of my life to see the children