Тексты песен «Orenda Fink»

Where are the ones who lived before? They are the cold winds in the north Where are the ones who teach us how? In sweet magnolias in the south How do you hear the elders speak? In the rains across the east And what...

I am happy every hour of the day Every hour that I stay In this lighthouse Where the doors don't open Forget what I had once been Only hours before I am happy every hour of each day Every hour I remain In this blind...

Trace your bloodline They'll take care of you They're still your family No matter what they've done to you And the cold air stings my eyes As I take his hands, he says "Just let your body do the rest" Slave plantation...

In a flatbed, in a trailer You are royalty there Among keys and their jailers You speak the truth with open mouth Oh to be a boy In the dirty south In the rec room When the rains came She opened her arms to you You...

Those were shards of glass that cut your foot From the dishes you smashed, I knew you would Standing there helpless, like a child The fight's over and, you won But against who There's no one there now But me and you I...

Something's happened, now you're far away You had to leave, no time to explain I called Brother said, "Mother's gone The Red Bird came and took her off" I asked, "Will she be in heaven above? All over my shoulder like a...

On a bridge by the mill I lay down my life I open my arms, embrace the night And with no wings to fly, I fell I leave it all, I leave it all The things that I said Take them back if I could The god to whom I prayed...

I make it each day With the help of the good Lord But late night I comb the streets Looking for a way to feed Hell came in the way Of a war and a child That never returned He never returned We raise our hands and...

A bed of cotton and lace Hair down to her little waist She waits for the sun to go down Her visitors leave back to their Town of pain and grief they'd Laid their hands on her gown And prayed for a miracle The girl works...

It was the year of the flood It was the hand of God The strength of a monsoon A revolution I put my hand in the cup Drew my name from the mud I had changed it once before But that didn't change things We still come