Some of your honey in my hand And a silver dollar in my shoe Time had never been so kind The naked spring, the weightless songs And the memories of being young And the breath of getting out
And days wanting to stay Within, without Keep my green eyes open for what I've Been kicking around, oh
I open up the windows now Let the wind right through my country home Let my notes just fly around Then get some rest upon the lawn Where so many years of leaves did fall Like a bed of all what's been
And days wanting to stay Within, without Keep my green eyes open for what I've Been kicking around
I leave at night before the dreams are in Can't lay and wait for their unraveling I need my manners, not my weary soul And there's so much kindness in the world Some of your honey in my hand And a silver dollar in my shoe Time had never been so bold I cut my losses, leave the ground Feel a hum in every wheel I turn And the breath of getting out
And days wanting to stay Within, without Keep my green eyes open for what I've Been kicking around, oh
Compositor: Kristian Saras Per Matsson ECAD: Obra #33263484