ฟังเพลงDark Horse

Dark Horse - Bowerbirds

On the shore of the lake,

In the great upstate of New York,

Came the call of a loon.

Cold, cold, o'er a plume of smoke.

He spoke to my center

He spoke of the future.

He sang, "You, my friend, are alone, alone."

We live with the cockroach

And we split our cords of oak

And keep this wood stove burning

While the bitter winds are blowing.

We stow our words in the cellar

So we never lose hope,

And keep this wood fire stoked

While the bitter winds blow.

Alone on the land,

In the love of the dirt again,

There's a sharp, jagged winter

At the center of my home.

Of my blood and bones,

That sleets and snows and makes me shiver.

But you, my heart, I will never know.

We live with the cockroach,

And we split our cords of oak.

And keep this wood stove burning

While the bitter winds are blowing.

We stow our words in the cellar

So we never lose hope,

And keep this wood fire stoked

While the bitter winds blow