Prints in the Stone

Текст песни Mostly Autumn - Prints in the Stone

Prints in the Stone LyricsIn the morning, the pure of light
Fell on our eyes
Through the sharp streams of evergreen
The sun on the grass

To the sharp sound of jackdaws
The sun warms the rock
In the breeze of November
The sense of it all

Witch the ropes laid in old sacks
Breakfast is done
And you search deep within yourself
Questioning why?
But the wonder still lingers
To this day my friend
Long enough to taste

The older man
Leads the way
The younger men
Follow behind
A rush of fear
Wells inside
Sensational feelings
I start to climb
I start to climb

And the fear melts in the softness
Of his voice in song
To the gold in his handshake
The end of the song
Prints in the stone
Prints in the stone