The Herbert Bail Orchestra - The Nature Of Things | Текст песни

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Oh bless thee

Mother of Eden

From this garden of Cretans,

who drove a cross.

If you believe in a firey hell

It’ll never let go of your will

That there’s some fear from below that’ll kill ya

Alas I say,

The soil will restore

What our bodies were before.

The willow weighs

its leaves on my face

And here there’s no time and no space,

To try define.

We are made from the same soil and stone

There are no single truths and all is unknown

Life just ferments and it is relentless,

but no Devil will drink me

Down into Earth’s core

Where this myth will work no more.

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