Tekst Utworu

Though bells will ring Church steeples were catching fire And if you promise spring Then I'll know you are a liar 'Cause in the spring Tender grasses won't burn easily Tough thrushes sing Still, my lover won't return to me Wild parsnips, they still scald my lungs While thistles will burn my feet And if you join our chorus You will never fear anymore So here come just a chorus We will meet on a fatal shore Souverian, Souverian the elder, oh-oh Souverian, Souverian was free, oh-oh Souverian, Souverian, we feld her, oh-oh So very young, so very young were we Birds will sing Still, my lover won't return to me You promise spring Still, my lover won't return to me Wild parsnips scald my lungs And thistles are burning my feet So here comes the chorus You'll never fear anymore If you join our chorus We will meet on a fatal shore Under the elders The older get younger The younger get over Over their elders And under the elders Pretend that you're older now Under the elders The older get younger The younger get over Over the elders Under the elders Bending your branches down We were so very young Still, my lover won't return to me The thrushes sing Still, my lover won't return to me Wild parsnips, they still scald my lungs While thistles still burn my feet
Writer(s): Andrew Wegman Bird Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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