Fire at the tip of his tongue With a bow and arrow strung Running with the wolves by night He's gone by the morning light
Like a saint or thief Turning the leaf Gathering souls like you Lambs at the slaughter Barter no quarter Wear your best cloak of blue Teardrops from a stone Over marrow under bone Words writ on the wall The higher they climb they fall
At the temple and bell Bids them farewell Fishes and men like you Standing at the altar Mothers and daughters Wear your best cloak of blue
He walks he walks I heard he got away He talks he talks I heard the blind boy say
Wind among the reeds Like honey from the weed A horse and cart in tow Pure like the driven snow
Like a saint or thief Turning the leaf Gathering souls like you
Lambs at the slaughter Barter no quarter Wear your best cloak of blue He walks he walks I heard he got away He talks he talks I heard the soldier say He walks he walks I heard he got away He talks he talks I heard the blind boy sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
