
Date of issue: 09.10.2009
Song language: English
White Angel |
Traveler’s tears wounded memories |
Hand’s full of days, these were the ways |
You looked for home |
Pale paths change marking out the way |
Into the grace of day |
Traveler’s tears, wounded memories |
One hadn full of days |
One hand on the cold hard ground |
It’s as they say: |
It’s coldest before the dawn |
As the cold hard ground |
Would signify |
White Angel, White Angel, give me light |
I have passed such a long time |
In the cold dark night |
My bruised and burning eyes |
Await their dream of morning |
Put your hand to the plow |
Dry your traveler’s tears |
Lick your wounds |
Dress your memories |
In woodbettany |
It’s as you’d own: |
It’s coldest before the dawn |
And in your bones |
You know the way back home |
My bruised and burning eyes |
Await their dream |
Of morning |