Golden Grove (feat. Jonathan Blake & Ben Street)

The golden grove is silent, it has had it's say

And it's amusing, jolly birchen tongue

The cranes fly sadly over it, upon their way

But they leave everyone behind without a pang

And who is everyone? Wayfarers in this world

We're coming to a home and leave it all too soon

And all those, who are gone, I dreamily recall

By this sad hemp-field and the wide full moon

I stand along amid the emptiness and skyward gaze

The wind is caring the flocks of cranes off course

I'm full of memories about my younger days

But nothing makes me feel any remorse

I think without regret of all the years I squandered

And of the lilac time of my poor soul

A fire is burning in the garden, and it's a rowin'

But it can't warm no one, it's flames are cold

The berries clusters by it won't get scorched

The yellowness will not prevent new grass from growing

I stand and drop these melancholy words

Just as a three will drop it's leaves in autumn

And if the wind and time will sweep them up one day

Into a pile of rubbish only fit to burn

Just say the golden grove, the gold grove has silently, it has had it's say

And it's sweet sounding, jolly birchen tongue

And it's sweet sounding, jolly, jolly birchen tongue

And it's sweet sounding, jolly birchen tongue

Oh, yeah