that are dying returning to the earth, I can hear them crying The Christmas bulbs that are swallowed, slept in a tree that's gone hollow Never a brittle
and sweet to rest Forever on your warm decaying breast See you blind Behold your savior's come, Dance for death You lame in the morning fires And be a
get up when I come into the room she don't run through the fields anymore built a fire in the kitchen made her bed by a stove took a walk to the graveyard
Arise oh brother mountain our hooves hammering your coils the rivers carve out your hollows with tears from me return to me return to me my love oh my
creek caught up in the sticks somethings can't be fixed they're playing our song they're playing our song they're playing our song (Thanks to poi for
I could look in your face For a thousand years It?s like a civil war Of pain and of cheer But if you was a horse I could help you with your chains I