The Sundays - Folk Song on Lyrkit

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Folk Song

Folk Song

(album: Static & Silence - 1997)

Summer sky and a throat bone dry
and all the fields are all gold

dusty lane with a song in my brain
and it stoned me to my soul

I climb higher move towards the fire
blaze sun

silver trees and a whispering breeze
are my sight and my sound

the thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path
when I'm wandering here alone

I climb higher move towards the fire
so blaze sun

watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
place fading sun

done