Traveler's tears wounded memories Hand's full of days, these were the ways You looked for home Pale paths change marking out the way Into the grace of day Traveler's tears, wounded memories One hand full of days One hand on the cold hard ground It's as they say: It's coldest before the dawn As the cold hard ground Would signify White Angel, White Angel, give me light I have passed such a long time In the cold dark night My bruised and burning eyes Await their dream of morning Put your hand to the plow Dry your traveler's tears Lick your wounds Dress your memories In wood betony It's as you'd own: It's coldest before the dawn And in your bones You know the way back home
So some reason this song FEELS to me, like one of those hot, close evenings in summer when i was a kid and would have a headache, or a stomach ache. The pain made focusing hard, and the darkness seems to press in close, and the shadows seem thick and fleshly, like tall spindly forms walking in and out of the silver moonlight. It's like... there's this false sense of calm by the sweetness of the voice, but somehow everything else is dark, deep and unknowably threatening. I LOVE the song, but even so it carries that feeling for me, I don't know why.
This EXACT feeling. Growing up in california, summer nights got so hot, and i remember the privet trees outside my window would sway gently in the moonlight. I had IBS as a kid, and spent many nights in a lot of pain with a cold clammy cloth on my forehead, staring out the window. This music wakes deep memories, or half-dreamed sorrows and fears, yet all warm, hazed, and nostalgic. Edit: i just replyed to my own comment. Wow.
Traveler's tears, wounded memories Hands full of days, these were the ways You looked for home Pale paths change, marking out the way Into the grace of day Traveler's tears, wounded memories One hand full of days One hand on the cold hard ground It's as they say: It's coldest before the dawn As the cold hard ground Would signify White Angel, White Angel, give me light I have passed such a long time In the cold dark night My bruised and burning eyes Await their dream of morning Put your hand to the plow Dry your traveler's tears Lick your wounds Dress your memories In woodbettany It's as you'd own: It's coldest before the dawn And in your bones You know the way back home My bruised and burning eyes Await their dream Of morning
Traveler's tears, wounded memories Hands full of days, these were the ways You looked for home Pale paths change, marking out the way Into the grace of day Traveler's tears, wounded memories One hand full of days One hand on the cold hard ground It's as they say: It's coldest before the dawn As the cold hard ground White Angel, White Angel, give me light I have passed such a long time In the cold dark night My bruised and burning eyes Await their dream of morning Put your hand to the plow Dry your traveler's tears Lick your wounds Dress your memories In wood betony It's as you'd own: It's coldest before the dawn And in your bones You know the way back home My bruised and burning eyes Await their dream of morning
Traveler's tears wounded memories
Hand's full of days, these were the ways
You looked for home
Pale paths change marking out the way
Into the grace of day
Traveler's tears, wounded memories
One hand full of days
One hand on the cold hard ground
It's as they say:
It's coldest before the dawn
As the cold hard ground
Would signify
White Angel, White Angel, give me light
I have passed such a long time
In the cold dark night
My bruised and burning eyes
Await their dream of morning
Put your hand to the plow
Dry your traveler's tears
Lick your wounds
Dress your memories
In wood betony
It's as you'd own:
It's coldest before the dawn
And in your bones
You know the way back home
Spas Merci
now this is real folk. bringing us back to the earth.
White Angel, White Angel... : (
My new so favorite band! I listen them tonight while the night outside is so silent.
I love your name and the icon pic ! 🌲☕
So some reason this song FEELS to me, like one of those hot, close evenings in summer when i was a kid and would have a headache, or a stomach ache. The pain made focusing hard, and the darkness seems to press in close, and the shadows seem thick and fleshly, like tall spindly forms walking in and out of the silver moonlight.
It's like... there's this false sense of calm by the sweetness of the voice, but somehow everything else is dark, deep and unknowably threatening.
I LOVE the song, but even so it carries that feeling for me, I don't know why.
This EXACT feeling. Growing up in california, summer nights got so hot, and i remember the privet trees outside my window would sway gently in the moonlight. I had IBS as a kid, and spent many nights in a lot of pain with a cold clammy cloth on my forehead, staring out the window. This music wakes deep memories, or half-dreamed sorrows and fears, yet all warm, hazed, and nostalgic.
Edit: i just replyed to my own comment. Wow.
what is not to love here if one loves good acoustic singersongwriting...glorious!
Absolutely gorgeous
Beautiful voice, beautiful man. Simply amazing. 🍃
So beautiful...
Wonderful. Exceptional. Soothing. I'm amazed.
Отлично ребята играют.
It's amazing. I love this song!
White angel give me light ✔️
Muy bella canción....triste llega al alma...
Wonderful.
Beautiful song
Sounds like a dying tree leaving some seeds to grow up.
We signify.
Yep. This right here, peeps.
Sublime!
πανέμορφο τραγούδι
Beautiful
yes, it is
Srdjan Saljic rest in peace my friend
@@iarlypatricio4448 Why?
dolce e malinconica
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11/2/2023 🇲🇦
Apocalyptic folk.,..
Anyone got the lyrics?
Traveler's tears, wounded memories
Hands full of days, these were the ways
You looked for home
Pale paths change, marking out the way
Into the grace of day
Traveler's tears, wounded memories
One hand full of days
One hand on the cold hard ground
It's as they say:
It's coldest before the dawn
As the cold hard ground
Would signify
White Angel, White Angel, give me light
I have passed such a long time
In the cold dark night
My bruised and burning eyes
Await their dream of morning
Put your hand to the plow
Dry your traveler's tears
Lick your wounds
Dress your memories
In woodbettany
It's as you'd own:
It's coldest before the dawn
And in your bones
You know the way back home
My bruised and burning eyes
Await their dream
Of morning
🖤
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ... ♥
eve dönüş yolu
:)
Please can you tell me: who drawed that picture?
Traveler's tears, wounded memories Hands full of days, these were the ways You looked for home Pale paths change, marking out the way Into the grace of day Traveler's tears, wounded memories One hand full of days One hand on the cold hard ground It's as they say: It's coldest before the dawn As the cold hard ground White Angel, White Angel, give me light I have passed such a long time In the cold dark night My bruised and burning eyes Await their dream of morning Put your hand to the plow Dry your traveler's tears Lick your wounds Dress your memories In wood betony It's as you'd own: It's coldest before the dawn And in your bones You know the way back home My bruised and burning eyes Await their dream of morning