Тексты песен «Alela Diane»

The sea beneath the cliff Is the blue in my mother's eyes That came from the blue in her mother's eyes Thrown on down the line By our family who worked the field On borrowed land above the ocean My family worked...

I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before My friend and I collecting skeletons of leaves Making tiny piles, oh, and sifting through the weeds...

There are things that I've seen in my head while I'm sleeping in bed They do not wither in the morning light I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the dry grass and the shadows Thinking I'd like to look at your teeth...

There are things that I've seen in my head while I'm sleeping in bed They do not wither in the morning light I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the dry grass and the shadows Thinking I'd like to look at your teeth...

Seabirds fly the salty wind East to South, North to West See us go, as they go, across the borderlines I can feel the fear hang heavy on the water Glinting sharply with the pale moonlight Mothers hold on tightly to...

All the back roads, all the highways Distance countries that I've passed through Every path has lead me back to you Every path has lead me back to you Down by the river by the light of the moon I feel the echo of...

When the day, when the day falls to the light At the end, oh the end of my time I call to the dark take the bones off my back And I chant to the black you were my lady divine 'Cause my children are in hiding...

Sun is dancing, my darling Arms been holding me all morning The sea is so far from home, my darling If we'd only feet it is here that we'd roam Oh, if we'd just two feet it is here that we'd roam And your arms...

She was always walking, singing to her footsteps Dirt ditch paths and pine cones digging up glass bottles Rusty springs from feather beds, old hubcaps on the picket fence She planted beds of flowers, stayed outside...

Oh my Mama She gave me these feathered breaths Oh my Mama She told me use your voice, My little bird She said sing sing sing sing sing sing melodies And she sang sang sang sang sang sang melodies Oh my Mama She did...

The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill Meet me where the snow mount flows It is there, my dear, where we will begin again Skipping stones, braiding hair Last...

Gold around those fingers shown Bound for to carry home Fond of the flattest field But you know there are bones buried deep down below Tatted lace frail figure graced That has since been torn and stained Tatted...

She was always walking, Singing to her footsteps Dirt ditched paths and pine cones Digging up glass bottles Rusty springs from feather beds Old hubcaps on a picket fence She planted beds of flowers Stayed...

I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep Fighting the fireplace glow Knockin' on that door in my sleep Fighting the fireplace glow To keep me away To keep me away from home Papa, get the rifle from its place...

It was back in my home town Drinking whiskey from the bottle It was an indian summer Wild fires were burning I didn't know it was the last time You never know when it's the last time I didn't know it was the last time...

Have you been wearing holes in your boots out there? Have you been kicking bones in the desert sand? There's a wolf inside the cave and another in the clouds I've seen them chewing on, on the shadows in your eyes...

I've known mornings white as diamonds Silent from a night so cold Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh I was sifting through the piles In my hand a tangled thread Each...