miércoles, 26 de enero de 2011

Iron & Wine: Resurrection Fer


In our days, we will live 
Like our ghosts will live 
Pitching glass at the cornfield crows and folding clothes 


Like stubborn boys across the road 
We'll keep everything 
Grandma's gun and the black bear claw that took her dog 
And when sister Lowery says Amen, we won't hear anything 
The ten-car train will take that word, that fledgling bird 


And the fallen house across the way 
It'll keep everything 
The baby's breath, our bravery wasted and our shame 


And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire 
Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire 
All the more pair of under water pearls 


Than the oak tree and its ressurection fern 


In our days we will say what our ghosts will say 
We gave the world what we saw fit and what' we get 


Like stubborn boys with big green eyes 
We'll see everything 
In the timid shade of the autumn leaves and the buzzards wings 


And we'll undress by the ashes of the fire 
Our tender bellies are wound around in baling wire 


All the more pair of under water pearls 
Than the oak tree and its resurrection 
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By Iron & Wine

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