Thelma Plum - The Brown Snake

Brown like my eyesCold in the river tonightThere's a hundred citiesNot as pretty as youYeah, you've always been thereYeah, you always come throughBut if I died and went to heavenThen heaven would be this placeMaybe I'm smittenBitten by the brown snakeIt winds around this country townSometimes a flood brings us to tearsIt's in our bloodThrough all the years it got my heartThe brown snakeA work of artA work of artBrown like my skinWhere my first memories beginIt's never too lateTo see the needle from Expo 88It's always rainingYeah, in the sunshine stateBut if I died and went to heavenThen heaven would be this placeMaybe I'm smittenBitten by the brown snakeIt winds around this country townSometimes a flood brings us to tearsIt's in our bloodThrough all the years it got my heartThe brown snake (the brown snake)A work of artA work of artIt's in our blood (it's in our blood)Through all the years it got my heartThe brown snake (the brown snake)A work of artA work of art