Singoalla - Albin Lee Meldau

Saw a man on the bench at the park

Oh, a rocket with eyes, they would spark

His teeth were brown and his skin was dark

He offered a toke on his smoke

With eyes of emerald green

Oh brother, but I should’ve foreseen

Why would he ever come back?

Wouldn’t think it of a man like that

Why would he ever come back?

Wouldn’t think it of a man like that

Why would he ever come back?

Singoalla, take me to heaven or hell

Sing a song to me as clear unclean as the wide eye with you

Singoalla, go cast your spell

Send me to heaven or send me to hell

Then he came back with a smile

Complaining that it took him a while

Put his hand out for some gold

Surprised that he even came back

Wouldn’t think it of a man like that

Oh brother, but there’s no way back

Why would he ever come back?

Wouldn’t think it of a man like that

Why would he ever come back?

Wouldn’t think it of a man like that

Why would he ever come back?

Singoalla, take me to heaven or hell

Sing a song to me as clear unclean as the wide eye with you

Ayy Singoalla, go cast your spell

Send me to heaven

You’ve cast your spell with a fortune to tell

Send me to heaven or send me to hell

You’ve cast your spell with a fortune to tell

Send me to heaven

Singoalla, send me to heaven or hell

Sing a song to me as clear unclean as the wide eye with you

Ayy Singoalla, go cast your spell

Send me to heaven or send me to hell