اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Morning dust coated shoes on the porch like rust
Your bedroom light switched on
Just before the familiar song of your father's voice
And he would say, that God himself
Couldn't turn you away from the unrelenting Sun
He said that you could be anyone, and you felt so tall
All the piles of waste rock through the mist on the horizon
Hills hauled out paid to build your house
And the forest bled in the April Sun
Your grownup home, in the yard you planted a tree of your own
Your blood, your flesh and bone
Is it everything that you need even after all that's changed?
Will you just stay and convince yourself not to run away?
But love yourself the same, turning into a child again just like before?
Memories fill your days and throw like glints upon the water
Branches bow and the wind it blows on the rocky shore where old spirits low
All the piles of waste rock through the mist on the horizon
Hills hauled out paid to build your house and the forest bled in the April Sun
