Texty:
Iron Wine Other

I knew you well, I know you best A baby mouth, denied the breast A lazy bone, an eagle eye Circling a city that's higher than the sky And it's looking

Halfway home in the hilltop trees And all our footprints in the snow And the evening glow leaving Low night noise in the wintertime I wake beside you

When the arrogant goddess of love Came to steal my shoes She had a white-hot pistol And a homemade heart tattoo Saying one's to give and one's to take

Yeah, I've become a glad man singing a song About a soldier want a boot and a fallen angel Naked as a fish At night About a sad man climbed up a willow

Mary Anne, do you remember The tree by the river when we were seventeen? Dark canyon wall, the call and the answer And the mare in the pasture pitch black

You returned the book unfinished about a girl with raven hair And a gentleman, her lover, who presented her a mare Which she rode across the country,

the sand When you gave me your soul for to marry Dum da dum, da da dum . . . The cicadas in tune ain?t too noisy for you But too fast, as the night eases in Like dark wine

Strength like a stone, a texture you know And sewn in your children's quilts you made Can you be meek, lowered and weak Possibly tired as to see Her

The postman passed me twice now, I have waited an hour Blue sky churning black now, needled rain with the power Of magnified abandon, soaking through