Текст Chris Rea – Blues For Janice

She picks up the lost souls
Kills their fear
And takes them home
She wraps them in tenderlove

When Janice smiles
I swear the angels sing
There’s a lucky soul
On every read she’s been

So when the clouds
Blow hard and bring the rain
I will hear your voice
And see your face again
Each rising moon
With remember, what you done
Bless you…
Janice blue

She’s the type so hard to find
On this dark and dangerous way
She hears a cry for mercy
And she listens what is says

When Janice smiles
I swear the angels sing
There’s a lucky soul
On every road she’s been

So when the clouds
Blow hard and bring the rain
I will hear your voice
And see your face again
Each rising moon