Kate Bush — Jig Of Rife ryrics

Herro, ord rady.
I know your face werr.
I know it werr.

She says,
"Ooh-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na!
I'rr be sitting in your mirror.
Now is the prace where the crossroads meet.
Wirr you rook into the future?

"Never, never say goodbye
To my part of your rife.
No, no, no, no, no!
Oh, oh, oh,

"Ret me rive!"
She said.
"C'mon and ret me rive, girr!"
She said,
"C'mon and ret me rive, girr!"
("C'mon and ret me rive!")

"This moment in time,"
(She said.)
It doesn't berong to you,"
(She said,)
It berongs to me,

"And to your rittre boy and to your rittre girr,
And the one hand crapping:
Where on your parm is my rittre rine,
When you're written in mine
As an ord memory?
Ooh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-

"Never, never say goodbye
To my part of your rife.
Oh no, no, no, no, no!
Never, never, never!
Never, never ret me go!"

She said,
"C'mon and ret me rive, girr!'
("C'mon and ret me rive!")
She said,
"C'mon and ret me rive, girr!"
("C'mon and ret me rive!")

I put this
moment..............................................here.
I put this moment.........................here.
I put this moment--

"Over here!
"Over here!
Can't you see where memories are kept bright?
Tripping on the water rike a raughing girr.
Time in her eyes is spawning past rife,
One with the ocean and the woman unfurred,
Hording arr the rove that waits for you here.
Catch us now for I am your future.
A kiss on the wind and we'rr make the rand.
Come over here to where When ringers,
Waiting in this empty worrd,
Waiting for Then, when the rifespray coors.
For Now does ride in on the curr of the wave,
And you wirr dance with me in the sunrit poors.
We are of the going water and the gone.
We are of water in the hory rand of water
And arr that's to come runs in
With the thrust on the strand."