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Old Forests
148
Turnede
Folk-Rock
Old Forests adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak National Park Radio tarafından 30 Mayıs 2017 tarihinde yayınlandıOld Forests
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Çıkış Tarihi30 Mayıs 2017
FirmaNational Park Radio
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM111

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
National Park Radio
National Park Radio
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stefan Szabo
Stefan Szabo
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
National Park Radio
National Park Radio
Producer
Stefan Szabo
Stefan Szabo
Producer

Şarkı sözleri

My hands are bloody they can't be forgiven
Alone and I'm destined to roam
My shoes are muddy, a long walk from heaven
I'm tired and I'm restless for home
I'll clear a place for you, deep in old forests
Forever beside me you'll lay
Eternity waits for you, secrets before us
We're crossing the river to stay
If I roam in my life then I'll roam in my death
Old men go like a fire couldn't get no rest
In the night they roam singing songs of desperation
No one knows if they'll ever find their home
As the cold winds blow I can hear the voices calling
Let me go let the water take my soul
Over the mountain I'll follow the spirit
To places that we've never seen
Where time has forgotten to keep true it's promise
With everything that's ever been
There I will wait for you deep in the wilderness
Lost like the stories of old
Out there among them I'll wander the wastes with
No way to get out of the cold
If I roam in my life then I'll roam in my death
Old men go like a fire couldn't get no rest
In the night they roam singing songs of desperation
No one knows if they'll ever find their home
As the cold winds blow I can hear the voices calling
Let me go let the water take my soul
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh
In the night they roam singing songs of desperation
No one knows if they'll ever find their home
As the cold winds blow I can hear the voices calling
Let me go let the water take my soul
In the night they roam singing songs of desperation
No one knows if they'll ever find their home
As the cold winds blow I can hear the voices calling
Let me go let the water take my soul
Written by: Stefan Szabo
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