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Becca Stevens - Tillery текст песни

Исполнитель: Becca Stevens

альбом: Perfect Animal


The dark emerging trees
From the new-winter wood
Are lovlier than leaves
As cold is also good
The heart's necessities
Include the interlude
A frost-constricted peace
On which the sun can brood

No season of the soul
Strips clear the face of God
Safe, cold and frozen wind
Upon the frozen sod.

The strong and caustic air
That strikes us to the bone
Blows till we see again
The weathered shape of home
No season of the soul
Strips clear the face of God
Safe, cold and frozen wind
Upon the frozen sod

Dusk settles in later this time of year
The fireflies; night time's chandelier.
Night'll come as days must end
But soon the sun will rise again

Sadness sheds in layers, leading us here
Springtime's Winter's souvenir
Winter clothes and Winter fears
Winter weight is so last year
No season of the soul
Strips clear the face of God
Safe, cold and frozen wind
Upon the frozen sod.
I think what makes Spring so sweet

Not the roses but beneath

Is the undelying truth

That everything must go so soon
No season of the soul
Strips clear the face of God
Safe, cold and frozen wind
Upon the frozen sod.

So may we shout
And may we sing
So may we shout
And may we sing
So may we shout
And may we sing
Blessed thaw, O Holy Spring

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