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Folk Song - The Sundays



     
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Summer sky and a throat bone dry
And the fields are all gold
Dusty lane with a song in my brain
And it stoned me to my soulI climb higher move towards
The fire, blaze sunSilver trees and a whispering breeze
Are my sight and my sound
And the thought of heaven
Couldnt drag me from the path
When Im wandering here aloneI climb higher move towards
The fire, so blaze sunWatch until it dies
Slow falling from the sky
Pale fading sun

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The Sundays were an influential british indie group of the late 1980s and 1990s. Singer Harriet Wheeler and guitarist David Gavurin formed the band in college at bristol, soon adding bassist Paul Brindley and drummer Patrick Hannan. Comparisons were drawn with original label-mates The Smiths, and bands such as Cocteau Twins, and 10,000 Maniacs. Their level of commercial success was almost unprecedented by an indie act when their first album 'Reading Writing and Arithmetic' (rough trade, 1989) debuted in the British charts at number 4...

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