Song | The Prayer of the Circling Birds |
Artist | Stone Breath |
Album | The Silver Skein Unwound |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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Lie still and watch above - the circling birds will see you... | |
and listen to the bells echo through the hollow | |
(I've tied a mirror to the branch of the bended oak, | |
that you may see yourself and you may see the wonder) | |
Lie still and listen once more - beyond the bells a song rings... | |
from bird and man and ghost - as clear then as a dream | |
(I've knotted the long grass into a greenman browning, | |
and left him 'pon a rock, that you may find him sunning | |
I've woven a cross of vines and left it 'pon an open grave; | |
that you may find it for yourself; that you may feel the dying) | |
Lie still and look once more into the mirror hanging - | |
into the sky within your eye...and the birds still circling |
zuo qu : ? | |
Lie still and watch above the circling birds will see you... | |
and listen to the bells echo through the hollow | |
I' ve tied a mirror to the branch of the bended oak, | |
that you may see yourself and you may see the wonder | |
Lie still and listen once more beyond the bells a song rings... | |
from bird and man and ghost as clear then as a dream | |
I' ve knotted the long grass into a greenman browning, | |
and left him ' pon a rock, that you may find him sunning | |
I' ve woven a cross of vines and left it ' pon an open grave | |
that you may find it for yourself that you may feel the dying | |
Lie still and look once more into the mirror hanging | |
into the sky within your eye... and the birds still circling |
zuò qǔ : ? | |
Lie still and watch above the circling birds will see you... | |
and listen to the bells echo through the hollow | |
I' ve tied a mirror to the branch of the bended oak, | |
that you may see yourself and you may see the wonder | |
Lie still and listen once more beyond the bells a song rings... | |
from bird and man and ghost as clear then as a dream | |
I' ve knotted the long grass into a greenman browning, | |
and left him ' pon a rock, that you may find him sunning | |
I' ve woven a cross of vines and left it ' pon an open grave | |
that you may find it for yourself that you may feel the dying | |
Lie still and look once more into the mirror hanging | |
into the sky within your eye... and the birds still circling |