Greenlander (Watery Session) Lyrics

On an icy island north
In the woods beside the church
We can bury crimson lockets filled with dirt
And when the April thaw
Brings us out again
We can bless the arrows
And the sun won't stall
And the land will never fallOn virgin fields we'll skate
Stand by children we'll create
Like the arctic wind we spin
A windmill's rose into the threshing soul
You can't thresh the snow
When the snow is sending
There's no divine grove
You can see the blankets goEverything I did was right
Everything I said was wrong
Now I'm waiting for the night
To bring the dawn

Into the only room where the fire's warm
Where we keep our vices warm
And it's all that's left
All that's left is vices torn
Songwriters
SCOTT KANNBERG, STEPHEN MALKMUSPublished by
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