A folk love song from the 1980's about expressing love feelings at home within a society that enslaves working-class people
There's nothing more to say, my friend,
There's nothing more to prove
There's nothing more to fear, my friend,
There's no need more to move;
There's love that flows from deep inside
Expressed in many ways:
So rest with me and live your dreams
And hug me through the night.
There's nothing more to seek, my friend,
There's nothing to possess
There's nothing more to keep, my friend,
There's no need more to test;
There's love that seeks to show itself
Revealed in many ways:
So rest with me and live your dreams
And hug me through the night.
There's nothing more to ask, my friend,
There's nothing more to know
There's nothing to protect, my friend,
There's no need more to show;
There's love that trusts quite easily
And kisses silently:
So rest with me and live your dreams
And hug me through the night.
There's slavery out there, my friend
There's prison and poverty
There's ignorance on top, my friend,
There's pigs and lies and greed;
There's love that's locked in chains by hate
And can't escape it seems:
So rest with me and live your dreams
And hug me through the night.
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