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Ben Howard - Old Pine
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INTERPRÉTATION
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Chant
Chris Bond
Chris Bond
Batterie
India Bourne
India Bourne
Violoncelle
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ben Howard
Ben Howard
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Bond
Chris Bond
Production
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Ingénierie de mixage
Jonathan Gilmore
Jonathan Gilmore
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Ooh, hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags I've come to know that memories Were the best things you ever had The summer shone, beat down on bony backs So far from home where the ocean stood Down dust and pine cone tracks We slept like dogs down by the fire side Awoke to the fog where all around us The bloom of summertime We stood Steady as the stars in the woods So happy-hearted And the warmth rang true inside these bones As the old pine fell we sang Just to bless the morning Ooh, hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags I've come to know the friends around you Are all you'll always have Smoke in my lungs, the echoed stone Careless and young, free as the birds that fly With weightless souls We stood Steady as the stars in the woods So happy-hearted And the warmth rang true inside these bones We stood Steady as the stars in the woods So happy-hearted And the warmth rang true inside these bones As the old pine fell we sang Just to bless the morning And we grow, grow, steady as the morning Yeah, we grow, grow, older still We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn We grow, grow, older still We grow, grow, steady as the flowers Yeah, we grow, grow, older still We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn We grow, grow, older still
Writer(s): Benjamin John Howard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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