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Old Forests
148
Auf Tour
Folk-Rock
Old Forests wurde am 30. Mai 2017 von National Park Radio als Teil des Albums Old Forests veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum30. Mai 2017
LabelNational Park Radio
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM111

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
National Park Radio
National Park Radio
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stefan Szabo
Stefan Szabo
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
National Park Radio
National Park Radio
Producer
Stefan Szabo
Stefan Szabo
Producer

Songtexte

My hands are bloody they can't be forgiven
Alone and I'm destined to roam
My shoes are muddy, a long walk from heaven
I'm tired and I'm restless for home
I'll clear a place for you, deep in old forests
Forever beside me you'll lay
Eternity waits for you, secrets before us
We're crossing the river to stay
If I roam in my life then I'll roam in my death
Old men go like a fire couldn't get no rest
In the night they roam singing songs of desperation
No one knows if they'll ever find their home
As the cold winds blow I can hear the voices calling
Let me go let the water take my soul
Over the mountain I'll follow the spirit
To places that we've never seen
Where time has forgotten to keep true it's promise
With everything that's ever been
There I will wait for you deep in the wilderness
Lost like the stories of old
Out there among them I'll wander the wastes with
No way to get out of the cold
If I roam in my life then I'll roam in my death
Old men go like a fire couldn't get no rest
In the night they roam singing songs of desperation
No one knows if they'll ever find their home
As the cold winds blow I can hear the voices calling
Let me go let the water take my soul
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
In the night they roam singing songs of desperation
No one knows if they'll ever find their home
As the cold winds blow I can hear the voices calling
Let me go let the water take my soul
In the night they roam singing songs of desperation
No one knows if they'll ever find their home
As the cold winds blow I can hear the voices calling
Let me go let the water take my soul
Written by: Stefan Szabo
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