Besedila: Iron And Wine. Sixteen, Maybe Less.

Beyond the ridge on the left, you asked me what I want
Between the trees and the chirping by the shading pond
?I spent and hour with you, should I want anything else??
She rose and winked like the owner of a candy store
We were sixteen, maybe less, maybe a little more
I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell

And though an autumn-time lullaby sang our new-born love to sleep
My brother wrote me, he saw her there
In the woods one Christmas Eve, asleep

I met my wife at a party when I drank too much
My son is married and tells me we don?t talk enough
It?s so predictable, yesterday my dream was of you
Beyond the ridge on the left, the sun had left the sky
Between the trees and pond you put your hand in mine
Said, ?Time has bridled us both but I remember it, too?

And though an autumn-time lullaby sang our new-born love to sleep
I dreamt I traveled and found you there
In the woods one Christmas Eve, with me