Pink Floyd - San Tropez (2011 Remastered Version)

As I reach for a peach, slide a rind down behind The sofa in San Tropez Breakin' a stick with a brick on the sand Ridin' a wave in the wake of an old sedan Sleepin' alone in the drone of the darkness Scratched by the sand that fell from my love Deep in my dreams and I still hear her callin' "If you're alone, I'll come ho-ho-home" Backward and homebound, the pigeon, the dove Gone with the wind and the rain, on an airplane Born in a home with no silver spoon I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon Sooner than wait for a break in the weather I'll gather my far-flung thoughts together Speeding away on the wind to a new day If you're alone, I'll come ho-ho-home And I pause for a while by a country stile And listen to the things they say Diggin' for gold with a hole in my hand Open a book, take a look at the way things stand And you're leading me down to the place by the sea I hear your soft voice calling to me Making a date for later by phone And if you're alone, I'll come ho-ho-home