David Livingstone - Jon Bryant

You be a mystery and I will uncover the truth

You be the chorus and I’ll be the verse to go through

You be the dynamite blasting away at the walls we take apart

You be Dave Livingstone and I’ll be his African heart

You be my walker and stay with me as I grow frail

You be the wind and direct me when I lose sail

You be the resonance pulsing through every nerve that fails my knees

And you be John Lennon and I’ll be the world that he see’s

Sweet midsummer nights with you in my life

With you in my life

You be a flask and I’ll be the comfort you hold

You can be stranded and I’ll bring you in from the cold

You be the ambulance racing me back down that old familiar road

You be Theresa and I’ll be your hands to the poor

Sweet midsummer nights with you in my life

With you in my life

You be a train track and I’ll never leave you for long

You be new land and I’ll plot my home in your arms

You be the coffee that brings me to life in the early winter blue

You be my lady and I’ll be your man through and through

You be my lady and I’ll be your man through and through