
Date of issue: 03.04.2011
Song language: English
The Wolves and the Ravens |
In the morning by the sea |
As the fog clears from the sand |
I have no money in my hand |
I have no home, I have no land |
But it doesn’t trouble me As I lay beside the fire |
I am easy to inspire |
There is little I require |
I wasn’t yours and you weren’t mine |
Though I’ve wished from time to time |
We had found a common ground |
Your voice was such a welcome sound |
How the emptiness would fill |
With the waves and with your song |
People find where they belong |
Or keep on Through the never-ending maze |
Where the way is seldom clear |
There is no map or compass near |
I drive a ship I cannot steer |
Through the bleak and early morn |
Where a stronger will is sworn |
Where the moments move so slow |
And seem to never let you go When my hands are old and ache |
And my memory flickers dim |
And my bones don’t hold my skin |
There’s no place I haven’t been |
I recall the days were few |
That is all that I can do Feel the carvings in the tree |
That gives shade for you and me |
Name | Year |
---|---|
The Wolves & The Ravens | 2012 |
Loom | 2016 |
Transference | 2016 |
Breathe | 2016 |
Cold Windows | 2016 |
Pulse | 2016 |
Bury Your Heart | 2016 |