1. |
The songbird
02:09
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now the songbird sings no more
now the songbird sings no more
she lays her gentle feathers down upon the frosty floor
and she will not sing here any more
now the wild rose blooms no more
now the wild rose blooms no more
he lays his gentle petals down upon the frosty floor
and he will not bloom here any more
now my lover is seen no more
now my lover is seen no more
she leaves her gentle footsteps on some splendid foreign shore
and I will not see her any more
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2. |
How the cold wind blows
01:41
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our lord was born in bethlehem
they built a wall to shut him in
we'll never see the sun again
how the cold wind blows
how the cold wind blows
how the cold wind blows
now many lay a claim to truth
but few such boasts are weatherproof
come rain, come hail, come winter snow
come let the cold wind blow
let the cold wind blow
let the cold wind blow
kings and queens may live to see their dynasties fall
you and I may yet see the futility of it all
if heaven's coming next my friends, well god only knows
how the cold wind blows
we wait for our dear lord to come
that sinners all to him may run
but a saviour's work is never done
and still the cold wind blows
still the cold wind blows
still the cold wind blows
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3. |
Constanța
03:48
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georgiana, lying on your blankets in constanța
your brother standing guard outside the door
keeps you safe but I don't know what for
there's no life worth living here
sounds kinda cruel now, don't it dear?
but truth can be unkind and kick you when you're on the floor
little brother, throwing stones to keep the dogs at bay
but aren't you just another lonely stray?
daddy's either drunk or dying, mamma's all tired out
and even father christmas doesn't bother coming this far south
so when it rains, think of me only
when it rains I see a city hanging upside down
in all the puddles on the ground
and a city upside down is where I want to be
now there's not a soul for miles and miles and miles and miles around
sure there's people here but they don't got much soul
now once again darling you're looking at me like I'm talking cruel
well don't listen to me sweetie I'm just a foolish fool
see things that aren't even there but my eyes don't see
what's in front of me
la la la
on the rail tracks, a horse is chewing at the grass
the grass is full of broken bottles, plastic wrappers, cigarettes
these memories are places I will not forget
but I cannot get my head around the mess of it
I cannot get my head around the mess of it
I cannot get my head around the mess of it
I cannot get my head around the mess of it
I cannot get my head around the mess of it
I cannot get my head around the mess of it
I cannot get my head around the mess of it
I cannot get my head around around around around around
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4. |
~ instrumental
01:40
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