Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little River, artist - The Tallest Man On Earth. Album song Sometimes The Blues Is Just A Passing Bird, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 06.09.2010
Record label: Dead Oceans
Song language: English
Little River |
Well there is something 'bout the quiet, uplifting laughter |
You’ve just spent so many years chased by a cloud, oh |
It’s taken you so far, far past the cliff’s edge |
And now your feet just poke around to feel the ground, oh |
You say «is this a joke,» I float «come on now» |
You see there’s something down below |
Just let me fall to be of use, make me the rainstorm |
Just a piece of hail, you know |
You said, «all the time it needs to take |
And all the time there is a shiver from some fallen tear |
But is it on this lack of fallen luck |
To dream of things like a little river to the golden ground?» |
And there is something 'bout the quiet surprise in darkness |
You just sing about your own death in your closet |
You stumble out into the pitch-black hallway |
You think you’ve lost so many times though it’s not war yet |
You say «are these my eyes?» |
You said «come on now, already lost my sense to feel» |
But there is always someone out there who will listen |
And then there’s nothing but a dream |
You said, «all the time it needs to take |
And all the time there is a shiver from some fallen tear |
But is it on this lack of fallen luck |
To dream of things like a little river to the golden ground?» |
And there is something 'bout the leaving of a lover |
You think you knew through all the year’s you’ve been a woman |
And he’s stepping out and walks out of the garden |
Where all the lilies and all the weeds came from his cold hand |
You say «is this my life,» you said «come on now» |
You see the diamonds when you yell |
That let you stay in all the corners I have been here |
But now you travel, go to hell |
You said, «all the time it needs to take |
And all the time there is a shiver from some fallen tear |
But is it on this lack of fallen luck |
To dream of things like a little river to the golden ground?» |