Song | August |
Artist | Anúna |
Album | Behind The Closed Eye |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
She'll come at dusky first of day, | |
White over yellow harvest's song. | |
Upon her dewy rainbow way | |
She shall be beautiful and strong. | |
The lidless eye of noon shall spray | |
Tan on her ankles in the hay, | |
Shall kiss her brown the whole day long. | |
I'll know her in the windows, tall | |
Above the crickets in the hay. | |
I'll know her when her odd eyes fall, | |
One May-blue one November-grey. | |
I'll watch her down the red barn wall | |
Take down her rusty scythe, and call, | |
And I will follow her away. |