(S. Cooke)



If you ever change your mind about leaving

Leaving me behind

Oh, oh, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah, yeah



You know I laughed when you left

But you know I only hurt myself

Bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me



I'll give you jewelery and money too

But that's not all I'd do for you

Bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me



I know I'll always be your slave

'Til I'm buried, buried in my grave

Oh bring, bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah, yeah