Letra

The birches have fallen The birches have fallen In the south line tree by tree I carry threads, of their dresses are furling Feeding a home, they will no longer see The maples are moving The Naples are moving Spinning northbound, sea by sea Praying for snow and the sound that means running (Running) Slowly (Slowly) to morining
Writer(s): Lynn Rowan, Rani Arbo, Seth Glier, Will Rowan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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