Joanna Newsom - Kingfisher
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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Whose is the hand that I will hold?
Whose is the face I will see?
Whose is the name that I will call
When I am called to meet thee?
In this life who did you love
Beneath the drifting ashes?
Beneath the sheeting banks of air
That barrenly bore our rations?
When I could speak it was too late
Didn"t you hear me calling?
Didn"t you see my heart leap like
A pup in the constant barley?
In this new life where did you crouch
When the sky had set to boiling?
Burnin" within; seen from without
And your gut was a serpent coiling
And for the sake of that pit o" snakes
For whom did you allay your shyness?
And spend all your mercy and madness and grace
In a day beneath the bending
