John Donovan - 1865 | Текст песни

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• John Donovan
• 1865

1865
I'm up, I'm alive
I'll be outside to greet you soon
I see the golden kite
I see the waiting light
the crowing winter afternoon
and oh,
the city in the sand
and oh,
the mask in your hand

1864
We were so young and poor
We gave our troubles to the sky
We fell into the sea
We fell under the trees
We fell in love to pass the time
and oh,
the stars were everywhere
and oh,
the sunset on your hair

1865
The wind is in your eyes
The earth is shaking under you
and it's so very clear
that there's nobody here
who knows me better than you do
and oh,
my pockets full of thread
and oh,
the animals they fled
and oh,
your footprints by the stream
and oh,
a fire in your dream