The land
Wants me to come back
To a handful of dust in autumn,
To a raindrop
In the palm of my hand
In spring.
The land
Wants me to come back
To a broken song in October,
To a snowbird on the wing.
The land
Wants me
To come back.
The land
Wants me to come back
To a handful of dust in autumn,
To a raindrop
In the palm of my hand
In spring.
The land
Wants me to come back
To a broken song in October,
To a snowbird on the wing.
The land
Wants me
To come back.