Thad Kopec - The Ridge | Текст песни

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I’ve become a drifter with no land that I can till
No winter coat to keep me warm, no summer game to kill
If I die here in the wild the vines will bury me
Keep my body from the birds, my soul will be made clean

But what waits upon the other side of the ridge?

I’ll pack up all my things and make that journey to the north
Leave my memories in the woods the mountain calls me forth
To her cloudy bosom, in the stones I’ll make my home
Colder, closer to the sun, I’ll make my prayers known

What now squandered ruins can I say to calm your cries?
No thunder rolling in your bones, no lightning in your skies
So I’ll sit silent on your throne and dance among your streets
Quell your quiet brooding weep, go onward toward the sea

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