A Man To Call My Own - A Man To Call My Own lyrics

Says he loves you, but not too much. Says he loves you, don't turn away. It is foreign of me to ask questions, but it's probably the reason that I ache Like a poor old maid worked like a horse all day. I'm a sinner, it's plainly seen, That my heart is muddied, like the Thames of London. Sail a smooth water, sail a smooth water Sails smooth water, sail a smooth water I won't. Christ I should have noticed, Christ I have nothing to say Christ I should have noticed, But maybe it's best this way. Cleave the scrub and till it, Nature overcomes. I'll wait a lonely lifetime To find a man to call my own.