Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Terre Haute , by - Wovenhand. Song from the album The Threshingfloor, in the genre Фолк-рокRelease date: 21.06.2010
Record label: Sounds Familyre
Song language: English
Terre Haute |
| Flash your language covered on the shelf in dust |
| This street was once a creek of a one Lord rule I trust |
| Duly, duly signed, Cora Cora Carter |
| Born of the fall, in a state of Texas |
| Paid in full Fort Bliss, 1936 |
| Terre terre haute |
| All be hollow |
| He takes his breath |
| Away the four winds follow |
| Wolves tied on strings to his good words of promise |
| These are stones around the peoples neck |
| Wound on string, drawn back stern |
| The arrow sings to whom it may concern |
| Talihina boon, iron road Oklahoma |
| It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| It is he who paint by numbers |
| It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| Terre terre haute |
| All be hollow |
| He takes his breath |
| Away the four winds follow |
| Lord Jesus, come bestow belief |
| The beauty of the finished work |
| You regard him not risen on the ancient horizon |
| Think yourself too hard, go on cast your lots |
| Terre terre haute |
| All be hollow |
| He takes his breath |
| Away his spirit follow |
| It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| It is he who paint by numbers |
| It is his spirit, it is his fruit |
| It is he who paints by numbers |
| Judges and Ruth |
| Wound on string, drawn back stern |
| The arrow sings to whom it may concern |
| Talihina boon, iron road Oklahoma |
| There, there, there |