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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Gardener & The Tree
The Gardener & The Tree
Performer
Manuel Felder
Manuel Felder
Vocals
Patrick Fet
Patrick Fet
Keyboards
Daniel Fet
Daniel Fet
Drums
Patrik Muggli
Patrik Muggli
Guitar
Philippe Jüttner
Philippe Jüttner
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Manuel Felder
Manuel Felder
Composer
Patrick Fet
Patrick Fet
Composer
Daniel Fet
Daniel Fet
Composer
Patrik Muggli
Patrik Muggli
Composer
Philippe Jüttner
Philippe Jüttner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Manuel Felder
Manuel Felder
Producer
Patrick Fet
Patrick Fet
Producer
Daniel Fet
Daniel Fet
Producer
Patrik Muggli
Patrik Muggli
Producer
Philippe Jüttner
Philippe Jüttner
Producer
Michael Brändli
Michael Brändli
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Darlin', don't you act like maybe
You could be my baby for me back home
Don't you, don't you do no nothing
After all these years now, so I don't feel alone
[Verse 2]
Father, don't you ask no questions
Better save those words for until my ship comes in
Father, could you tell my children
Not to lock that backdoor? So I can come back home
[Verse 3]
Wild horses runnin' through the fields I used to
I know it's gonna be the first thing that I'm gonna do
When I come back home, come back home
Wild horses, the feeling that I tend to tell you
There isn't gonna be no changin' when I'm gonna make it home
[Verse 4]
Wild horses runnin' through the fields I used to
I know it's gonna be the first thing that I'm gonna do
When I come back home, come back home
Wild horses, the feeling that I tend to tell you
There isn't gonna be no changin' when I'm gonna make it home
[Verse 5]
Darlin', don't you be my baby
Just a day or two now before I head back home
Darlin', won't you be my brother?
Just another day now so I don't feel alone
[Verse 6]
Father, would you be my guidance?
Would you look for sails until my ship comes in?
Father, would you bend my backbone?
Could you send me straight now so I can come back home?
[Verse 7]
Wild horses runnin' through the fields I used to
I know it's gonna be the first thing that I'm gonna do
When I come back home, come back home
Wild horses, the feeling that I tend to tell you
There isn't gonna be no changin' when I'm gonna make it home
Written by: Daniel Fet, Manuel Felder, Patrick Fet, Patrik Muggli, Philippe Jüttner
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