Brooke Waggoner My Legionnaire lyrics

My Legionnaire by Brooke Waggoner

My Legionnaire lyrics

He would read from his prayer books
That he kept in his coat with button hooks
And I dwelt with him each day
And casted glances all his way

But he sir had a touch of class
With his pocket watch made out of brass
And I loved the way he smelled
Like clean old clothes left on the shelf

I would brave the harsh night air
To get to him my legionnaire
And we would flee into the woods
I always knew my boy was good

I�d pick the whipper-wills
To give to him just for thrills
And he�d buy the gold hairpins
To give to me just for grins

I�d brave the harsh night air
To get to him my legionnaire
And we would flee into the woods
I always knew my boy was good

For his goodness is what won me over
Yes my legionnaire�s the kindest soldier