Tytuł: Fall

• Wykonawca: Bruce Cockburn
• Wyświetleń: 269

Cloud pillars clinging like vines to the sky
   don't cry
   we'll walk down the meadow with sunrise inside
   so dry your eyes
   the winds of all kingdoms meet where we stand
  
   the gray forest people cast off their old clothes
   good-bye
   everything's sleeping as winter draws near
   so close your eyes
   the mists of all twilights dance close at hand
  
   the rust-coloured river is now slowing down
   going dry
   harvest has lifted the crown from the ground
   but don't you cry
   the song of the seasons brings life to the land