Lletres:
James Vincent Mcmorrow

verse 1 spring it came upon us, every insect filled the air dropped their wings upon my brother, cast their shadows on his hair if we follow where they

verse 1 hear, hear the noise that moves so soft and slow that's the sound of freshly fallen snow your love is gold, your love is gold seems, seems as

verse 1 early in the morning, I'll come calling, I'll come calling after you darling if you answer, oh we'll wander, down the garden where it's cool

When the hills let go Slowly fade into the water like some ancient lover On a ship filled with ghosts It's something to behold When the paper thin girls

verse 1 sparrow and wolf lay as still as the blades of the grass like worn leather boots, of colour and size that would last caught them a lark in a

From the woods, from the woods They are coming from the woods Riding horses cloaked in gray Make their way, to my door Lay their boots upon my floor Wash