[00:01.25]Dark Horse - Bowerbirds
[00:09.77]On the shore of the lake,
[00:13.19]
[00:13.73]In the great upstate of New York,
[00:19.04]
[00:20.88]Came the call of a loon.
[00:23.95]
[00:24.45]Cold, cold, o'er a plume of smoke.
[00:29.92]
[00:31.29]He spoke to my center
[00:34.04]
[00:36.41]He spoke of the future.
[00:41.54]
[00:42.54]He sang, "You, my friend, are alone, alone."
[00:49.12]
[01:12.54]We live with the cockroach
[01:16.04]
[01:18.27]And we split our cords of oak
[01:21.38]
[01:22.34]And keep this wood stove burning
[01:25.99]
[01:27.27]While the bitter winds are blowing.
[01:30.80]We stow our words in the cellar
[01:34.42]
[01:36.95]So we never lose hope,
[01:40.13]
[01:41.12]And keep this wood fire stoked
[01:45.07]
[01:46.03]While the bitter winds blow.
[01:51.12]
[02:04.77]Alone on the land,
[02:07.82]In the love of the dirt again,
[02:14.28]
[02:15.12]There's a sharp, jagged winter
[02:18.82]At the center of my home.
[02:26.06]Of my blood and bones,
[02:28.41]
[02:30.05]That sleets and snows and makes me shiver.
[02:35.53]
[02:37.43]But you, my heart, I will never know.
[02:43.02]
[03:07.26]We live with the cockroach,
[03:13.02]And we split our cords of oak.
[03:16.44]
[03:17.15]And keep this wood stove burning
[03:20.75]
[03:22.18]While the bitter winds are blowing.
[03:25.82]We stow our words in the cellar
[03:29.62]
[03:32.09]So we never lose hope,
[03:36.35]And keep this wood fire stoked
[03:41.41]While the bitter winds blow
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