Robin Pecknold
Derwentwater Stones
Midnight in the swaying leavesmidnight in the fieldAnd the moon is like a sheetcovering the shieldAnd you told me, "Come along"carrying away"To the Derwentwater stonesand I know the place"All the faces in the mosslook like those I've knownOr like bruises on the rockson the broken stoneAnd the voices speak to meand the faces changeAnd the rhododendron seedsbloom and stain the rangeAnd you tell me to be goodnow I'm on my ownThrough the red and auburn woodto the broken stoneMidnight in the swaying leavesmidnight in the fieldAnd the moon is like a sheetcovering the shield
From Letras Mania