Folklore lyrics
On from here walkin dreams awake
I think not i think not The sky comes king blown in every direction And of no country I am straw It is no mystery I know my way from here Iron sharpens iron Crooked wooden and peacock black I have your feathers Slung across my back I´m not the only one To help you down the hill My blue knuckles do as they will It is no mystery I know my way from here One as precious as the other They go with me For today I am not a false conscience A tyrant Angels line my pockets dear I walk a hutterite mile Look at me this once Put an eye to my step Look and furrow Its only misery its only ankle deep It is no mystery I know my way from here
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