Murray Gold (Love don't roam)

Well I've roamed about this Earth
With just a suitcase in my hand,
And I've met some bog-eyed Joe's,
I've met the blessed, I've met the damned;
But of all the strange, strange creatures
In the air, at sea, on land,
Oh, my girl, my girl, my precious girl,
I love you, you understand...

So reel me in, my precious girl,
Come on, take me home;
'Cause my body's tired of travelling,
And my heart don't wish to roam. No, no.