Song | And Still |
Artist | Laura Cantrell |
Album | Humming by the Flowered Vine |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Your father said | |
We'll leave the land and love behind | |
Have no regrets | |
Our life is on the other side | |
But words have a cost words'll bring grief | |
Words you have lost, words you believed | |
And still… | |
Your father said | |
The poorest man should love his life | |
With no regret | |
There but for the grace go I | |
But he'll light the fire and leave you the ash | |
He'll have the last word and leave you the lash | |
And still… | |
I hear voices speak again | |
I hear voices echoing | |
Your children said | |
We'll never learn this compromise | |
But what they meant | |
They want you here to share their life | |
Here where the sun is distant in light | |
Here where the sadness fills up my night | |
Here for the bells, here for the gold | |
Here where the children are suddenly old | |
And still… | |
I hear voices speak again | |
I hear voices echoing | |
And still… |
Your father said | |
We' ll leave the land and love behind | |
Have no regrets | |
Our life is on the other side | |
But words have a cost words' ll bring grief | |
Words you have lost, words you believed | |
And still | |
Your father said | |
The poorest man should love his life | |
With no regret | |
There but for the grace go I | |
But he' ll light the fire and leave you the ash | |
He' ll have the last word and leave you the lash | |
And still | |
I hear voices speak again | |
I hear voices echoing | |
Your children said | |
We' ll never learn this compromise | |
But what they meant | |
They want you here to share their life | |
Here where the sun is distant in light | |
Here where the sadness fills up my night | |
Here for the bells, here for the gold | |
Here where the children are suddenly old | |
And still | |
I hear voices speak again | |
I hear voices echoing | |
And still |
Your father said | |
We' ll leave the land and love behind | |
Have no regrets | |
Our life is on the other side | |
But words have a cost words' ll bring grief | |
Words you have lost, words you believed | |
And still | |
Your father said | |
The poorest man should love his life | |
With no regret | |
There but for the grace go I | |
But he' ll light the fire and leave you the ash | |
He' ll have the last word and leave you the lash | |
And still | |
I hear voices speak again | |
I hear voices echoing | |
Your children said | |
We' ll never learn this compromise | |
But what they meant | |
They want you here to share their life | |
Here where the sun is distant in light | |
Here where the sadness fills up my night | |
Here for the bells, here for the gold | |
Here where the children are suddenly old | |
And still | |
I hear voices speak again | |
I hear voices echoing | |
And still |