The grass is long in the valley, my love And there we'll go to lie When the hawk is high above the house for us And he guards all of the blue sky When winter comes and the nights are cold I'll take your hand to hold I dreamt I flew with the saints last night I know them all by wing size And up there it just doesn't count for naught Whether you're clever or wise When everyone is talking at the very same time I'll still hear your voice, my dear Genesius the actor and Agnes of Rome Are two of the truest who fly I know she's a stout heart And though he had a false start There's a promise of truth in his eyes And it's a stout heart catches the rain And it's a stout heart that feels the pain And It's a stout heart that loves again It's a stout heart Yeah, it's a stout heart Everyone goes against the wind sometimes When the shipping forecast's wrong Said we were landlocked and stuck to this soil Guess they never heard of us winged throng Let's gather us up to the heavens above We can always come back, my love We can always come back, my love
My favourite song ever ❤
“When everyone is talking at the very same time, I can still hear your voice, my Dear” is one of the best lines I’ve ever heard. Brilliant
This is what I needed to listen. I feel the breeze from wherever this song was written.
I first heard Johnny play this live at the CCA in Glasgow on 28th July '13, an intimate solo gig. Great to now hear it on record.
Found you through the program on TV. Made me feel out in the open, with my Dad. Much love to you and your family X X ❤️😘
He is the best live performer i've had the pleasure of seeing, up to date.
You are gifted and I am grateful Mr. Flynn. Thank you for your songs.
Love the tunes x
Thank you Johnny
The grass is long in the valley, my love
And there we'll go to lie
When the hawk is high above the house for us
And he guards all of the blue sky
When winter comes and the nights are cold
I'll take your hand to hold
I dreamt I flew with the saints last night
I know them all by wing size
And up there it just doesn't count for naught
Whether you're clever or wise
When everyone is talking at the very same time
I'll still hear your voice, my dear
Genesius the actor and Agnes of Rome
Are two of the truest who fly
I know she's a stout heart
And though he had a false start
There's a promise of truth in his eyes
And it's a stout heart catches the rain
And it's a stout heart that feels the pain
And It's a stout heart that loves again
It's a stout heart
Yeah, it's a stout heart
Everyone goes against the wind sometimes
When the shipping forecast's wrong
Said we were landlocked and stuck to this soil
Guess they never heard of us winged throng
Let's gather us up to the heavens above
We can always come back, my love
We can always come back, my love
Ohhhh man! Soooo good!
Aaah wauw soo good I love this music
Прекрасная песня.....нежные слова
Me too! It really is.
Chills:)
It's 'Murmuration'! According to my cd that is, maybe that's the one with the typo
No... the cd is correct... a murmuration is the collective noun for a flock of starlings.
Cool! I didn't know that!
reminds me of Devandra Banhart