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Steve Von Till To The Field

The winds outside a change Shadows move across the floor Chasing the light When the leaves fall to the field I'll know the wrong from yesterday Sky

You don't believe what you don't see Each grain of sand beneath the sea You have no faith in a dream Fade into the landspace, unseem In a field of weeds

There's a candle in the window Of the old tatch house Mother said it was a beacon On this night of the hunt She sang softly Of those who were gone As

This river flows to the South Like these thoughts flow from my veins Blood like fuel is fed to the fire Inspired by faces in the flames In the boats

There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years all told were but a score and three; And she knew by

And then i born to die To lay this body down And must lie trembling Spirit fly into a world unknown And must lie trembling Spirit fly into a world unknown