Acoustic guitars, mandolins, fretless bass lend a smooth sound to this song.
Lip Service of Portland Oregon
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A love song dedicated to mother earth.
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I was born with your wind whistling through me
And I die every night you're not with me
The weight of these days is so heavy
I’ll bend my knees but no breaking, please
I've seen good men and bad
Ground to dust but I refuse to rust
These vagabond bones Ive been given
I don’t mind very much anymore
Show me the score
They’ve shown me your skin and your eyes
The night skies the nighthawk cries
Your mountains your valleys and your plains
Where I was raised above this flesh and blood
The snow softly falls all around me
And softens my sleep and my dreams of you
I was born with your wind whistling through me
And I die every night you're not with me
The call of the wild sings to me
Never ending, never ending, never ending...
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