歌词
A whistling girl
Among his flock of sheep
In a flow of words
Lay breathing backward rest assured
Of Elijah and God's birds
It will fall to us
It will fall to us
Inside the home the folk pine grow
Where hearts are fire sparks are thrown
It is all that glitters
This terrible weakness
It falls to us
It falls to us
From his holy hill
And it falls to us
Yes it falls to us
By his perfect will
Through the open windows of the soul tonight
His yoke is easy and his burden light
Kiss the sun lest he be angry
And you perish in the way
The rivers of the sky are dry
And rolled up like a scroll
Down below we tend to the forgetting
Forgetting what we know
The sun slips from your shoulder
As you enter in the wood
Without thought of thorns
Without thought of thorns
And it falls to us
It falls to us
From his holy hill
It will falls to us
Yes it falls to us
By his perfect will
Through the open windows of your soul tonight
His yoke is easy and his burden light
Kiss the sun lest he be angry
And you perish in the way
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