FOLK SONG

summer sky & a throat bone dry
& the fields are all gold

dusty lane with a song in my brain
& it stoned me to my soul

i climb higher move towards the fire
blaze sun

silver trees & a whispering breeze
are my sight & my sound

the thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path
when i'm wandering here alone

i climb higher move towards the fire
blaze sun

watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
pale fading sun
fuente: musica.com

The Sundays

Ficha de la Canción

Título:
FOLK SONG

Grupo/Cantante:
THE SUNDAYS

Letra añadida por:
vane/182

Letra escrita por:
DAVID GAVURIN,HARRIET WHEELER

Letra publicada por:
UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING GROUP

Licencia:
LyricFind

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