Ayres

The Obeisant Vine Lyrics Rows of white doves on the wall As the breeze is blowing through the house It turned southeast toward the 3rd floor window And it set them free from the single path Those years of watching the kids grow up As the curtains dan

Long look away Brother and a saint Thou art left to face Getting through the days All the way you slept right there Folded hands in your lap Long shadows on your face Threatening to ring Well just stay in bed again Believe in nothing said again Soft