windwatcher Lyrics thatcherblackwood
Touching the ground
You fell pretty hard, didn’t you?
Fjording the sound
Kindle my claws and I’ll come with you
Brushing the bound
Whistled in burlap, it’s sowing through
And no-one’s in rounds
Thistled in furrows, I’m folding through
Windwatcher, harvest the breadth from the rines
Windwatcher, carving your stead in some time
Windwatcher, caught all the arrows and climbed
Windwatcher, don’t harken to them you’ll be fine
Windwatcher, cherish the callows in twine
Windwatcher, spread both your wings and you’lI fly
Haunches and hallocks
Had lost all the follage
In bolstering burgeons
Had hauled out the hallage
Haunch_s and hallocks (I know it all too well)
Had lost all the follage (Stav_s aching but you’re holding still)
Surfeited solace
I’ll foster the foundage
Touching the ground
You fell pretty hard, didn’t you?
Fjording the sound
Kindle my claws and I’ll come with you
Mooring the crown
When you had harbored no solitude
In laurels lain down
I’m done trying hard not to look at you
I know it all too well
Staves aching but you’re holding still
Unroven catching slit
Caudal curled up, exalt shouldered will
I know it all too well
Staves aching but you’re holding still
Unroven catching slit
Caudal curled up, exalt shouldered will
Windwatcher, harvest the breadth from the rines
Windwatcher, carving your stead in some time
Windwatcher, caught all the arrows and climbed
Windwatcher, don’t harken to them you’ll be fine
Windwatcher, cherish the callows in twine
Windwatcher, spread both your wings and you’lI fly