Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blue Pail Fever , by - Wovenhand. Song from the album Wovenhand, in the genre Фолк-рокRelease date: 03.03.2003
Record label: Sounds Familyre
Song language: English
Blue Pail Fever |
| Thy will be done |
| Here on this highway |
| In every house and field I pray |
| All in meekness yield |
| Aided by want |
| Among stranger people |
| To disgrace so soon I’ve come |
| Drift like sleep |
| Into the hotel montana |
| Lay low for thy names sake |
| El matador Louisiana |
| Full of bulls, blood and what not |
| Coarse jest to a tight knot |
| You are not acquainted with your own heart |
| Frozen prayer upon my lips |
| Inside the blood runs hot |
| He was reviled, yet he reviled not |
| Drift like sleep |
| Into the hotel montana |
| Lay low for thy names sake |
| El matador Louisiana |
| Like a voice in an empty house |
| Breath your breath |
| And speak to me |
| And speak through me |
| It’s a dry leaf that shivers on the branch |
| What matter if the wind cast it down |
| With a ruthless hand |
| Cause we remember always |
| That it took place forever |
| Thy kingdom come in |
| Whosoever |