Inspire me, wind from the east, turn the grey under from below I'm wearier than the tired song repeating on the radio Let me down you frosty piles of snow, I want to know the ground With barefoot feet, unpack the life locked up under the frozen mounds
The springtime lark is tardy this year Winter's grip is strong and cavalier
New England, you are like a slowly spinning girl with many masks Each quarter turn you take we see one face is different from the last
But oh, is your turn to turn around It's your turn to let me down
Hammering right through the brick of walls erected in good faith Careful hands, unneeded wounds set each rock into its place
But oh, it's my turn to turn around It's my turn to let you down
Abandoning the land I love for the wonder of the great unknown The quarter turning lovely one forsaken for an unlit road But apparently I need the cold to stay awake
It must be time to turn around Oh, it must be time to turn around It must be time to let you downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
