- Written by:
- Barry Gibb
- (1966)
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- Lead vocals:
- Robin Gibb
- Barry Gibb
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- Album:
- From the archives
- <bootleg>
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| Don’t forget me, Ida, come back to me again.
Don’t forget me, Ida, don’t forget my eyes.
They way they beg you, Ida, beneath the starlit skies.
Sweet as apple cider, softer than a tear.
You took away the green grass and left me waiting here. The morning rains, come home again, the hunter from the hills.
Everybody needs you home again.
I guess they always will.
Through the storm you wander.
Through each covered glen.
Please don’t forget, me Ida, come back to me again. Don’t forget me, Ida, don’t forget my eyes.
They way they beg you, Ida, beneath the starlit skies.
Sweet as apple cider, softer than a tear.
You took away the green grass and left me waiting here. The morning rains, come home again, the hunter from the hills.
Everybody needs you home again.
I guess they always will.
Through the storm you wander.
Through each covered glen.
Please don’t forget me, Ida, come back to me again. |
The way they BEGGED you Ida…..
You took away the green grass AND SKIES THAT ONCE WERE CLEAR
The morning rains CALL HOME AGAIN the hunter from the hills
Through each COLORED glen