I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before My friend and I collecting skeletons
There are things that I've seen in my head while I'm sleeping in bed They do not wither in the morning light I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the
When the day, when the day falls to the light At the end, oh the end of my time I call to the dark take the bones off my back And I chant to the black
The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill Meet me where the snow mount flows It is there, my dear,
Have you been wearing holes in your boots out there? Have you been kicking bones in the desert sand? There's a wolf inside the cave and another in the
I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep Fighting the fireplace glow Knockin' on that door in my sleep Fighting the fireplace glow To keep me away
The sea beneath the cliff Is the blue in my mother's eyes That came from the blue in her mother's eyes Thrown on down the line By our family who worked
I've known mornings white as diamonds Silent from a night so cold Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh I was
She was always walking, singing to her footsteps Dirt ditch paths and pine cones digging up glass bottles Rusty springs from feather beds, old hubcaps
Gold around those fingers shown Bound for to carry home Fond of the flattest field But you know there are bones buried deep down below Tatted lace frail
All the back roads, all the highways Distance countries that I've passed through Every path has lead me back to you Every path has lead me back to you
Sun is dancing, my darling Arms been holding me all morning The sea is so far from home, my darling If we'd only feet it is here that we'd roam Oh, if
I've known mornings white as diamonds silent from a night so cold such a stillness calm as the owl glides our lives are buried in snow I was sifting
How do you How do you do How do you How do you do it Music make her stop pressing those strings firmly to my down Ground water is drying up to fill
That sidewalk is a river that I fished dry Oh that sidewalk is a river that I fished dry And now it's my heavy hand filling the brim And it hauled me
There are things that I've seen in my head While I'm sleeping in bed Do not wither in the morning light I'm taken back O I'm taken back To the dry grass
