At a recent concert of hers, Laura explained the meaning behind this song. She and her dad went for a walk up a hill near her hometown when she was 7 or 8, where the view was beautiful and her dad asked that one day, before he died, would she take him back up that hill, so he could remember how beautiful the world is. Which I thought was a beautiful thing that she and her father shared, even when she was homesick for England (another reason why she said she wrote this song).
this channel has done a great job and has a great name as well. :) thank you so much. I've been listening to laura for five years now and she still amazes me.
You were so smart then In your jacket and coat My softest red scarf was warming your throat Winter was on us At the end my nose And I'll never love England more than when covered in snow But a friend of mine says it good to hear That you believe in love even if said in fear Well I'll hold you there brother and set you straight I only believe true love is frail and willing to break I will come back here, bring me back when I'm old I want to lay here forever in the cold I might be cold but I'm just skin and bones And I'll never love England more than when covered in snow I wrote my name in your book Only God knows why And I bet you that he cracked a smile And I'm clearing all the crap out of my room Trying desperately to figure out what it is that makes me blue And I wrote an epic letter to you And it's 22 pages front and back but it's too good to be used And I tried to be a girl who likes to be used I'm too good for that, there's a mind under this hat And I called them all and told them I've got to move You might also like Carol of the Bells Christmas Songs Gangsters The Specials For You Laura Marling I'm out now It's too hard I'm on my own It's too hard Feel like running Feel like running Running off And we will keep you We will keep you, little one Safe from harm Like an extra arm, you are a part of us You were so smart then In your jacket and coat My softest red scarf was warming your throat Winter will leave us Left the end of my nose Well goodbye old England, until next year's snow
