Snow Borne Sorrow Lyrics - Singles - Nine Horses

Strip the branches 

Unsheathe the hatchets 

The threads of friendship 

Are coming off 

The teeth of lawyers 

Man the trenches 

Bands of betrothal 

Are coming off 

But if we're good, if we're kind 

But if we're good, generous and kind 

We'll inhabit their sunsets 

Their goddesses and queens 

We'll try to do the right thing 

Oh, save them, oh, save them 

Oh, save them, oh, save them 

Oh, save them, oh, save them 

Let the children come to me 

Let the children come to me 

It's a harrowing world 

Of adults and girls 

Lashing out at the hurt 

That surrounds them 

With the knives drawn apart 

They shatter the heart 

Of anyone that dares 

Come between them 

Let the children come to me 

Let the children come to me 

Once a playground of swings 

Then the malice set in 

And reduced all 

The colors to winter 

So we made it our own 

This snow borne sorrow 

And this love 

That stutters and splinters 

Let the children come to me 

Let the children come to me 

Her apostles have gone 

They left one by one 

With no forwarding address 

To trace them 

It's a secular world 

Of adults and girls 

And we ask 

Because nothing is certain 

Let the children come to me 

When their feet touch the ground 

Naked unbound 

I want them to know 

They can trust me 

There's so much to be ungrateful for 

Let the children come to me, oh