Woorden:
Iron Wine Around The Well

I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images and when we kiss They're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate That God

Call your boys, now that the table's set and shining No one's seen any of them in many days Call your boys, they shot a buzzard off the Chrysler And you

"Take me again," she said, thinking of him "To the pond with the swans and the swimming" Far from his room, the familiar perfume How it felt to her when

To my dearest forsaken Who the earth now has taken Empty, the bottle drains no more It is true that I loved you Despite the harm that I own you Wash

Homeward, the new road meanders Washed out the old road as to what did I bring Flowers, a verse about springtime Perchance in the tree line, she's waiting

Oh, I've just come from the land of the sun From a war that must be won in the name of truth With our soldiers so brave, your freedom we will save With

Curiosity far greater than the fear It felt so simple, so prodigious, at the same time Incredible things are happening in the world Magical things are

There's a woman here with a broken record player And a dusty compass off to map the country's new behavior Strange words that we hold on back into the

Sunday morning my Rebecca's sleeping in with me again there's a kid outside the church kicking a can when the ceder branches twist she turns her collar