Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Wind, artist - Small Sur. Album song We Live in Houses Made of Wood, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Tender Loving Empire
Song language: English
The Wind |
| I’m watching the river overflow |
| Through the ditches, small valleys below |
| Where weeds and trees come to pass |
| With rocks mud and reeds in its path |
| The corn’s leaves are slicin' my arms |
| And it stings with the sweat on the farm |
| There’s cows rushin' into the yard |
| Yeah my dad he calls them in from afar |
| I’m watching the wind grow cold |
| See the frost on my window |
| It’s stealing the skin from my bones |
| Leaving them wanton and brittle |
| Leaving them wanton and brittle |