William Fitzsimmons - Bird Of Winter Prey Songtexte

Be still, bird of winter prey
Lay down your faster thinning frame

Be gone the salting of the wound
Return the harvest we once knew

We're more than just the blood of what we've done
More than just the blood of what we've done

Dry mouth, the water soon will rise
New birds will feather up the sky

Shake until they pass
What words of them will last

More than just the blood of what we've done
More than just the blood of what we've done
Let sleep your eyes until the morning comes
We're more than just the blood of what we've done