Besedila:
Iron And Wine Tree By The River

you remember The tree by the river When we were seventeen? The Dark canjon wall The call an the answer And the mare in the pasture pitch black and baring

you remember The tree by the river When we were seventeen? The Dark canjon wall The call an the answer And the mare in the pasture pitch black and baring

foaming like a wave on the ground around your knees and the birds like tender babies on your hand and the old men playing chinese checkers by the trees

yellow cotton dress Foaming like a wave on the ground around your knees And birds like tender babies in your hands And the old man playing checkers by the trees

the worship in their eyes and I will lose it I will have the things that I desire and my passion flow like rivers through the sky oh and after all the