We've left our homes For the dusty road Though it weighed us down To go
Now, see, burning in the sun Fire in our bellies
Today ate us up And never chewed Though we still rolled along, cause 'a you
The change that we don't see Is happening to me Though you are watching
It is cold, it is dark In the big black heart Of the wood, of the hill At our home
We are all, all but left In a wit un-breath We are all of the pack In the fire
It is green, it is damp By the burning lamp Of the woods, of the hills Of our homes
Oh, how I long, for the things I have For the burden I don't own
Do I know, how to please your head Pour the contents back, that are spilling from my back
The day is long, and the spark won't call No saw, in the chest
It is cold, it is dark In the big black heart Of the wood, of the hill At our home
We are all, all but left In a wit un-breath We are all of the pack In the fire
Oh you, the husband of the wife I know you are watching Oh you, the husband of the wife I know you are watchingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.