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 sifting through the piles.
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 figure graced.
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 clouds.
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 we'd just two feet it is here that we'd roam.
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 on the picket fence.
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 melt flows. It is there, my dear, where we will begin again.
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.
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 you were my lady divine.
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 the field.
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 of leaves.
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 dry grass and the shadows.