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 hadn 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
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 hadn 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