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kit maxwell - house of olives (natural feasts)/[all is well] كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
wake up, wake up
the pavement is glistening all yellow and emerald and gold
stained with makeup
the birds are all listening instead of the [?]

[chorus]
and this is the sound of an early harvest
a stream and a crane in the dust
this is the texture of naps on the armrest
the road to the morning that comes
like a god with a thrust
on this old city of rust

[verse 2]
evenings longer, cherries grow riper
the dark days are [?]
like a songbird with so much to say
but always just a touch too headstrong

[chorus]
and this is the sound of an early harvеst
of thunder and rain in the east
this is thе season of orange and darkness
of fires and natural feasts
in godess we trust, on this old city of rust
[bridge]
sagas, sagas, sagas, oh
what can i say to you but what comes to mind, honestly, to mind?
what can i be for you but what i am and what i’ve always been?
what can i do today but huddle down and sing a little prayer?
[?]
what can i bring to you but what my broken hands can bear to mind? what can i be for you but what i’ve always been?

[chorus]
and this is the sound of an early harvest
of flying too close to the sun
this is the sight of the woven unraveled
the sound of the sagas unsung
from dust onto dust
on this old city of

[bridge]
what can i say to you but what comes to mind, honestly, to mind?
what can i be for you but what i am and what i’ve always been?
what can i do today but huddle down and sing a little prayer?

[outro]
sagas, sagas, sagas

- kit maxwell

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