Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Postcard, artist - Iron & Wine. Album song Archive Series Volume No. 1, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 23.02.2015
Record label: Black Cricket
Song language: English
Postcard |
This postcard tells you where we’ve been |
And dirty dreams of pious men |
Who wake in fear but sleep again |
With what they’ve done, with what they’ve done, with all they’ve done |
Some prophet died but wrote it down |
Our serpent bell is on the ground |
And all the ladies singing loud |
«Hallelujah,» «hallelujah,» «hallelujah» |
The meadow birds have found the bones of righteous men |
Like ragged clothes, like precious stones |
And fell like evil in the end, in aid of them |
Those evil men, those perfect men |
Some knuckle broken on disease |
Which pulled a preacher off his knees |
A callous whisper through the trees |
Blows «patience boy,» «more patience boy,» «more patience boy» |
And watch her children by the flame |
The ones you gave your father’s name |
Whose evil and his love remained |
Inside you boy, inside you boy, inside you boy |
The meadow birds have found the bones of righteous men |
Like ragged clothes, like precious stones |
And fell like evil in the end, in aid of them |
Those evil men, those perfect men |
We’ll sing a song we’ve never heard |
Formed out of small forsaken words |
And all the while that this occurs |
We’ll love you all, we’ll love you all, we’ll love you all |
And for the beauty that we’ve lost |
The measured time for love it cost |
Despite our feelings for the cross |
We love you all, we love you all, we love you all |