Besedila: Greg Brown. Milk Of The Moon. Telling Stories.

Yesterday I was a boy running through the woods
My dog was my buddy, the wind was green and yellow
My dad called me to gather cedar branches
And soon we were sitting around the fire telling stories

We only have one life but we remember others
As we go from seed to seed, from glimmer to ashes
Our hands are very small, our eyes are very big
As we sit around the fire telling stories

You were standing in the church, then you moved my way
I never saw anything so beautiful or so ordinary
Seemed like we'd met before in a dream as real as stone
We were sitting around the fire telling stories

Everyone is scared, everyone's alone
Unless hand reach for hand when the trouble comes
All around the world when the dark night falls
We should be sitting around the fire telling stories

Love moves like the wind, all we see is change
I tried so hard to hate you but I love you just the same
When you gonna visit? When we gonna be
Sitting around the fire telling stories?

Yesterday I was a boy tearing through the woods
Oh my dog was my buddy, and the wind was green and yellow
My dad called to me to gather cedar branches
Soon we were sitting around the fire telling stories