pretty rows of thread instead of singing And what about the black braided sisters of Mariee? We sat upon their grinding rock as children used to be
old silk thread But if we walked down with our feet I'd be pulling spines and barbs and fox tails from your skin Oh, if we walked down with our feet I'd be
backs And their children are all grown now Mortor and pestle they grind Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days With songs for children to sing Those songs whistled through white teeth still
, oh, take us back Oh, take us, take us back When the higher hills have turned blue And the waves are lapping where the children grew All that we have know will be
your eyes And it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still Oh, it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still And I won't drag my feet
still You know a voice is never still And a voice is never silent Shady rhythm calms the night And that voice is never still You know a voice is never still
I've known mornings white as diamonds Silent from a night so cold Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh I was
She was always walking, singing to her footsteps Dirt ditch paths and pine cones digging up glass bottles Rusty springs from feather beds, old hubcaps
Gold around those fingers shown Bound for to carry home Fond of the flattest field But you know there are bones buried deep down below Tatted lace frail
All the back roads, all the highways Distance countries that I've passed through Every path has lead me back to you Every path has lead me back to you
, my darling If we'd only feet it is here that we'd roam Oh, if we'd just two feet it is here that we'd roam And your arms would be keeping me all day
your eyes And it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still Oh it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still And I wont drag my feet
in your eyes And it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still Oh it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still And I wont drag my feet
