Besedila:
Alela Diane To Be Still

pretty rows of thread instead of singing And what about the black braided sisters of Mariee? We sat upon their grinding rock as children used to be

backs And their children are all grown now Mortor and pestle they grind Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days With songs for children to sing Those songs whistled through white teeth still

your eyes And it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still Oh, it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still And I won't drag my feet

I've known mornings white as diamonds Silent from a night so cold Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh I was

Gold around those fingers shown Bound for to carry home Fond of the flattest field But you know there are bones buried deep down below Tatted lace frail

, my darling If we'd only feet it is here that we'd roam Oh, if we'd just two feet it is here that we'd roam And your arms would be keeping me all day

your eyes And it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still Oh it's here at home I wait for your wanders to be still And I wont drag my feet