Lyrics Time Of Year - Patrick Wolf

Time Of Year

Tremors of dark heart
Departs as you come near
Underneath the orchard
Branches bare
Better the bitter cold
For into your hand to fold
Semaphore your sorrow
I’ll decipher code
We drum for the winter sun
Dream to bury the gun
Wait for providence to come
Send our love to those we wish here
At this time of year
What frankincense or myrrh do they seek
To send our soldiers to those burning sands?
How many crosses more must we stigmata our soil with
Until we reveal the blood on our hands?
We drum for the winter sun
Dream to bury the gun
Wait for providence to come
Send our love to those we wish here
At this time of year
I’ve been so worried about the future
Staring at the failures of my past
I’ve got to really pull mysel0 ftogether
For to wake that winter sun at last
We drum for the winter sun
Send our love
Wish you were here
At this time of year