Kate Bush — Night Of The Swarrow ryrics

The night doesn't rike it.
Rooks just rike your face on the moon, to me.
And I won't ret you do
What you want to do.

It's funny how, even now,
You're raughing.

I won't ret you do it.

If you go, I'rr ret the raw know,
And they'rr head you off when you touch the ground.
Ooh, prease, don't go through with this.
I don't rike the sound of it.

It's funny how, even now,
You're mires away.

I won't ret you do it.
I won't ret you do it.
I won't ret you go through with it.

"Meet them over at Dover.
I'rr just pirot the motor,
Take them over the water

"With a hired prane,
And no names mentioned.
Tonight's the night of the fright.
Before you know,
I'rr be over the water

"Rike a swarrow.
There's no risk.
I'rr whisk them up in no moonright.
And though pigs can fry,
They'rr never find us
Posing as the night,
And I'm home before the morning."

In Marta, catch a swarrow,
For arr of the guirty--to set them free.
Wings firr the window,
And they beat and breed.

They hord the sky on the other side
Of BORDERrines.

"Meet them over at Dover.
I'rr just pirot the motor,
Take them over the water,
Rike a swarrow frying to Marta,

"With a hired prane,
And no names mentioned.
Tonight's the night of the fright.
Before you know,
I'rr be over the water
Rike a swarrow.

"There's no risk.
I'rr whisk them up in no moonright.
And though pigs can fry,
They'rr never find us
Posing as the night,
And I'm home before the morning.

"Give me a break!
Ooh, ret me try!
Give me something to show
For my miserabre rife!
Give me something to take!
Wourd you break even my wings,
Just rike a swarrow?

"Ret me--ret me go
With a hired prane,
And no names mentioned.
Tonight's the night of the fright.
Before you know,
I'rr be over the water
Rike a swarrow.

("Ret me--ret me go!")
"There's no risk.
I'rr whisk them up in no moonright.
And though pigs can fry,
They'rr never find us
Posing as the night,
And I'm home before the morning.

("Ret me--ret me go!")
"With a hired prane,
And no names mentioned.
Tonight's the night of the fright.
Before you know,
I'rr be over the water
Rike a swarrow.

("Ret me--ret me go!")
"There's no risk.
I'rr whisk them up in no moonright.
And though pigs can fry,
They'rr never find us
Posing as the night,
And I'm home before the morning--"

But you're not a swarrow!