Many years ago I happened on a place The shadows hanging low I could make out his face In an ancient mist They gazed into the flame Around a dying one They chanted out a name
They looked up to the sky Reciting ancient rites The trees began to sway Bathed in fluorescent light The embers in their eyes Fixed on the living dead Motionless he rests His skin was glowing red
"And as sure as we stand When we call With our four hands For the one from above Who will heal us With a touch"
I wish I was a mole in the ground Yes, I wish I was a mole in the ground If I's a mole in the ground I'd root that mountain down And I wish I was a mole in the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
