Alasdair Roberts
The Yarn Unraveller
Your family is haughtyAnd rightly so, yet wrongly lowlyNo gold in store, but a trove of loreSo right, so wrong, and nearly holyI would love to go along with youI would love to be your fellow travellerIf that's not to be, then it's not to beAnd instead I'll be your yarn unravellerIt is the wound unstaunchableIt is the healthy woman's ailingIt is the ship unlaunchableAnd yet forever doomed to sailingAnd also the harp of triple songLiberator, Lancer and MarauderAnd also the aze of double bladeCleaving in and in between disorderWhat sisterhood has joined togetherNo brother feud can ever severAnd when will you come back again?Will I see you on some future ocean?Or roving in some former glen?Letras de cancionesOr just whenever you take the notion?When weeping men and women breakAnd reassemble in a jumbleWhen the true pretender lose his throneWhen the humble be proud and the proud be humbledNow Pastor Glass has passed awayAnd the sponges have absorbed the AegeanI will hitch a ride on an endless wineFrom what must be fled I will ever be fleeing
From Letras Mania