Trust in Me  (Brit Pop) 


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Lyrics

TRUST IN ME

Verse 1

I have seen you watch me, dear,

When my words have lost their way,

And the boy you knew last summer,

Is a man who’s led astray.

There’s a shadow on my colour,

That I cannot hide from view,

But your eyes still hold a kindness,

That I never thought I knew.

Chorus

Oh, trust in me,

As I will trust in you,

When the world is unkind,

And the skies are not blue.

Lay your hand in mine,

Let our hearts be true,

Darling, say you’ll stay,

And I’ll trust in you.

Verse 2

You have heard the whispers, love,

Round the town about my name,

That I left a trail of sorrows,

That I played a young man’s game.

But I swear on all that’s honest,

I have changed my foolish ways,

For a moment with you, darling,

Is worth all my yesterdays.

[Chorus - with strings swelling]

Oh, trust in me,

As I will trust in you,

When the night comes calling,

I’ll see you through.

Lay your hand in mine,

Let our hearts be true,

Darling, say you’ll stay,

And I’ll trust in you.

[Bridge - Trumpet solo, then soft vocal, almost spoken]

And if you should falter,

If your faith should bend,

I shall be your harbour,

Your dearest friend.

For love is not a promise,

Written in the sand,

It’s the vow we keep,

Hand in hand.

[Final Chorus - Grand, full Union Gap choir behind him]

So trust in me,

As I will trust in you,

Let the church bells ring,

For our love so true.

All the doubts are gone,

Skies have turned to blue,

Say you’ll trust in me,

As I trust in you.

Darling, trust in me,

As I trust in you.

[Outro - Piano and strings fade]

Trust in me... (Mswati Warrior Poet)

 

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