Rojak Rock

Words and music by Richard Homer

3/4, 210 bpm 

Intro E A B E 

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We grew up together in / Llanfair ym / Muallt 
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up by the / mountain, the / kite, the / Wye
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high aircraft up there, / clouds on the / run
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watching the / sheep, the / tractor go / by. AEBE, AEBE

You went off to college to / train in / teaching
a hug on the / platform, / watching you / go 
you came back after three years with a / ring on your / finger
a new degree, new / fashion, a / husband in / tow.

I thought it better, now you / had a new / boy
to go far / away, to / begin life // anew
the two of you now ten / years with each / other;
I’m here, / thinking of the / girl I once / knew
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oh.

You began your own / family / together
two boys and a / girl, a / dog in your / home
but I, I am here, / thinking what / happened
thinking of / you and where / we used to / roam.

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I’m here on the bed, / thinking, / alone
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I’m like a poor dog with no / owner, no / bone
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the garden green, / yellow, / the sun here // again
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but I’m waiting / here with the / raw, empty / rain

Throughout the next few years, / I met / no-one
I had no / wish for a / girl in my / life
ten years went by, in / lonely / way
ten years since you / became a / mother, a / wife.

I met the odd girl, but / none quite / right
no one I wanted to / spend a / long time with / me 
it didn’t workout, but / I knew that / well-enough 
because I wanted your / love, and / you were the / key.

I came back to my cottage by the / banks of the / Wye
hoeing, / planting in the / brisk weather / here;
on Friday morning, the / farmers’ / market
getting enough / money for my / house tax and / beer.

When I read the news, the / photo, the / car crash
my heart and my / life stopped for a / minute or / two
thinking of the ice, the / cold water, the / bridge
thinking // again / of the last / time I held / you, oh

I came to put flowers on / where you are / now
reading the / words, / thinking of / you,
keeping close, with your / husband // nearby 
in the warm // afternoon, the / tears came on / cue, oh 

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Come, girl, / come to me / now
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Come, girl, / come back to / me. AEBE, AEBE

I wait here alone, / thinking of / you
thinking of what / happened / way back in / time
waiting here with the / dog and the / clock;
you were the / mountain that / I couldn’t / climb.

Oh, the two boys, the girl came / - she’s just like / you -
taking a / year to / track me to / here
bringing the thirty year letters / I am now // re- reading
the Chinese lamp / glowing in the / tears of the / beer.

We talked, had a meal, a / beer in the / pub
they’re keeping / well, things / going along just / right;
I think that they are quite / happy to / know
that thirty years back, / you and I were / sharing the / night, oh

We went into the back, / in the warm / air
the breeze coming / through the / ripe apple / tree
but what I found to / be the most / touching
the two boys, you / named them / both after / me.

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There is no-one else here / with me / now
except the air, bird, / dog, rain, / tree
but when the wind blows through the / pine and the / oak
I think it’s you / coming back, / talking to / me.

I wrote a song, in / memory of / you
in the late gusting / hours of a wet / night going / by
beginning, ‘We grew up together in / Llanfair ym / Muallt
up by the / mountain, the / kite, the / Wye.’

Come, girl, / come to me / now
Come, girl, / come back to / me.

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