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
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