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Heber
02:46
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I recall a while ago, singing in your car
Breaking our lungs just to tell the world it's ours
Driving the night away beneath the stars
Unashamed of our joy as the summer departs
The night was naturally full of the sun
From drinking its rays as the day came undone
Barefoot and laughing we leapt from above
To the warm welcome water that took us with love
From the boats on the water, the light that they shone
To the places we hid in the rocks and the stone
Our feet fell with laughter, our feet fell with thread
Oh, weaving a portrait of gold in my head
Your memory, like a melody
Comes sweeping my soul like the breeze
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Confound all these dreams,
they come in slow and stay inside
Oh, they're killing me
They catch my eye with a smile, but oh they're just a lie
She smells of evergreen
The winter north romanticized
A beauty to be seen
Described in words I'd never find in my searching mind
Leave me here with my lonely introspections
All those doubts ringing in my ear
Leave me here with those hanging last words
Better not to hope for what you'll never have
Confound all these dreams,
They never did one thing for me
But tear me at my seams
Raise my hopes on its ropes, to cut me down, it seems
And I would call them lies
A fully false, a swelling tide
I'll look them in the eyes
I haven't lost, there was no cost, I cannot choose a side
Leave me here with my lonely introspections
All those doubts ringing in my ear
Leave me here with those hanging last words
Better not to hope for what you'll never have
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Clamber Down
03:54
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I hear words whispered in the velvet wind,
Come on down to the valley where your heart is bound.
My soul is tired from this place I've been,
Come on down to the valley, come be found.
By the old cold river, by the crickets sound,
By the summer stones that I'd clamber down.
By the secret hollows, by the moody pines,
Come on down to the valley, come be mine.
My legs are heavy and my eyes are dim,
Come on down to the valley, where your heart is bound.
My faith is weary and my hope is thin.
Come on down to the valley, come be found.
By the old cold river, by the crickets sound,
By the summer stones that I'd clamber down.
By the secret hollows, by the moody pines.
Come on down to the valley, come be mine.
There's a new wind coming on this sea of green.
Come on down to the valley where your heart is bound.
Red and yellow come and wash it clean.
Come on down to the valley, come be mine.
By the old cold river, by the crickets sound,
By the summer stones that we'd clamber down.
By the secret hollows, by the moody pines.
Come on down to the valley, come be mine.
Where the stars are crystal, where the moon is bright.
Where the summer darkness softly steals the light.
Where the days are heady, where there is no time.
Come on down to the valley, come be mine.
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Christian Yoder Searcy, Arkansas
Christian Yoder is a singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist from Pennsylvania/Arkansas.
Contact: christianyodermusic@gmail.com
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