Now say lo to the first living warm winds blowing up here with certain sadness
Cause my mind is wound up the sound of violins calls to me gypsy have coffee and cry
You got your wings to fly and a pensive madness tell expensive lies and ignore extensive damage
A young man should feel shivers when he dreams
But like nothing life loving is my woman’s limit she screams
But them cold Decembers know the icy veins and silence
Find work find friends and add em to the list of tyrants
So with swiftest resound you go kicking her out but look who’s been beat boy welcome back to the street
So say lo to the places where warm winds are living for fragments of time and foolish forgiving
Lay waste to the earth where seeds are sewn and doing such things as hitting the road
Well all the days fall down as if they been coldly cut off from that braid of thine
To whom all are tales are woven brave pictures of dinners and celebrations lay round
Sad sonnets of searchers are never to be reclaimed
Jim, I'm loving this album! Sounds so good. I don't think the pedal steel was on the last versions of these tracks I heard. It's great! Kudos on a lovely record. Ben Armstrong
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