From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees From the mountain comes a soul And the stones grow up like trees All blues hail Mary
I'm going to climb that hill and look out across Climb that hill and look out across Climb that hill and look out across A long ways off from here I'
town When reason is traded for rhyme Your sailor is my lawyer Your seamstress suits my king But you are the mouth of the river The star of my every dream
There's a song we used to know A kind of weary blues Some broken tune from long ago Some of us still like to use It hangs up high in the rafters Like
it was yesterday The birds have picked the blossoms, I think out of spite The dogs have taken to the street like it was theirs by right The clouds have drawn a curtain where the stars
There's a suit on my frame like a shadow of birds Stitched all together by a murmur of words That hang like a moon in the thread of the air And speak
I clawed at your skirt like it was a dirt floor And I could dig my way free of myself taking more But prisoners know nothing of victory at war Let's a
Nobody knows the man that I keep hid Nobody knows the man that I keep hid He's raised my face like a pirate's flag Of any nations tattered rag Nobody
cure This is a beautiful war to be sure A surrendering hero's name will be sung When all else has failed and the battle feared won This is a star more
How can I change the lights The color of this room? Why can't this channel find A kinder afternoon? I feel the fray of every letter To cross your lips
