When Pigs Fly - Farmer Boys

Born into, born into this room as you

I have never left

I grew in my futility, just me

The room is was born into

Is made of cells without a view

An artificial wind that blew

To bring my silent love to you

Her angelic face, her immaculate grace

Are shining through the night

Like the stars in space and the moon in the sky

But loving you is like when pigs fly

I still know, I’ll see you when we stand in rows

Ready for the walk

And so I will start to move and go

With you my darling hand in hand

We’ll stumble to loading ramp

A cold September wind will blow

Then I will kiss you, yes I know

Her angelic face, her immaculate grace

Are shining through the night

Like the stars in space and the moon in the sky

But loving you is like when pigs fly