Hudson - (2)Woven Saddle | Текст песни

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• (2)Woven Saddle

Down in the valley I take my leave
I bid farewell to the only place I've lived
A golden blanket of fallen leaves
Clears my mind of all the things I did

A loaf of bread, my trusted steed
A woven saddle mother made for me
The months ahead will bring their share
Of troubled times

Weeks gone by; rations have run dry
A groaning in the bottom of my
Belly cries out for
Something which I have no more

In my famished time
I spot a lamplight
Stumble upon a path
Of friendly folk at last

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