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Gillian Welch

One Morning

 

One Morning

(альбом: Hell Among The Yearlings - 1998)


One morning, one morning as work I begun
What did I see riding out of the sun
On the road from Lexington

One rider, one rider beating the breeze
Down on his saddle, low to his knees
Coming through my willow trees

Now closer, the terrible work of the gun
Was stiffened and black where his blood all had run
But I knew my wayward son

One morning, one morning the boy of my breast
Came to my door unable to rest
Even in the arms of death

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