Jesse

Jesse (LP Version) - Roberta Flack

Jesse, come home, there's a hole in the bed

Where we slept, now it's growing cold

Jesse, your face and the place where we lay

By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart

And I'm leaving the light on the stairs

No, I'm not scared -- I wait for you

Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home

Jesse, the stairs and the halls, recalling

Your step, and I remember too

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