I Followed Fires

Give me to the road

Upon the heart

That I had sold

Warm my heavy hands

My heavy hands

For you to hold

There's a devil at your door

And he grows, he grows

So I been told he had a heart of gold

And it grows, grows like a storm

Now the low lakes have frozen

Away from home I'll go

When the first snow has fallen

Away I'll go

Give me to the ground

I followed fires

Toward the sound

Cold upon the mountain

To which I'm bound

To which I'm bound

Well I met you by the mill

Where your heart went still

Sparrow swung down and he took shape and form

And it rose, rose like a storm

Now the low lakes have frozen

Away from home I'll go

When the first snow has fallen

Away I'll go

Now the low lakes have frozen

Away from home I'll go

When the first snow has fallen

Away I'll go