Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Telling Stories, artist - Greg Brown. Album song Milk Of The Moon, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 11.03.2002
Record label: Red House
Song language: English
Telling Stories |
| Yesterday I was a boy running through the woods |
| My dog was my buddy, the wind was green and yellow |
| My dad called me to gather cedar branches |
| And soon we were sitting around the fire telling stories |
| We only have one life but we remember others |
| As we go from seed to seed, from glimmer to ashes |
| Our hands are very small, our eyes are very big |
| As we sit around the fire telling stories |
| You were standing in the church, then you moved my way |
| I never saw anything so beautiful or so ordinary |
| Seemed like we’d met before in a dream as real as stone |
| We were sitting around the fire telling stories |
| Everyone is scared, everyone’s alone |
| Unless hand reach for hand when the trouble comes |
| All around the world when the dark night falls |
| We should be sitting around the fire telling stories |
| Love moves like the wind, all we see is change |
| I tried so hard to hate you but I love you just the same |
| When you gonna visit? |
| When we gonna be |
| Sitting around the fire telling stories? |
| Yesterday I was a boy tearing through the woods |
| Oh my dog was my buddy, and the wind was green and yellow |
| My dad called to me to gather cedar branches |
| Soon we were sitting around the fire telling stories |