i look for him in everywhere in everywhere i found him not exhausted i sleep in steppe
in the dream my gray horse spoke to me find me neath the killing cliff find me neath the killing cliff
hang my skull on the old larch tree carve from its wood a two string fiddle cover over with the skin of my face string my hair down the neck in place
weave together anger and grief bow down bow down and sing i will return through you
strong and gray on mountain high his black and white faces go running by
strong and gray on mountain high he come with herd black faces wildTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
