Sally Bell
P. Fernandes / W. Benatti
She came with the wind
And looked like the Sun
Your name had been blown like a breeze
Your hair was golden
And it smelt like a flower soup
She was a Sally Bell
My heart started to beat
Oh, my Sally Bell
Let me feel your body
Give your mouth to me
Let me have your mouth
I want to reach far into the hill with you
And I will be the first hermit to live with a woman
God save my queen
I'm thinking of the best green hill
Where I can ever hear your name
I'll be kind to you
In my good silvery world
I'm thinking of the best green hill
Where I can ever hear your name
I'll be kind to you
In my good silvery world
