Young Legs - Anthony Green

I can’t believe that it’s true,

But I meant every word I said to you

Rolling around in our burn hole,

I felt something I never felt before

I can’t believe I was there,

Stout little fingers running all through my hair

Scratching up the walls of our cave,

Oh how I wish I had stayed

We could have seen everything in blue,

Oh I think that you know the truth

What did you see Martha Lee?

Tell me sick love child drunken with lust

What did you see in that dream besides young legs?

What did you see Martha Lee?

Tell me sick love child drunken with lust

What did you see in that dream besides young legs?

What did you see in me?

Tell me my love, before I’ve got to leave

What did you see in that dream besides young legs?

Young legs, young legs