Waterboys - Song From The End Of The World |
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Song From The End Of The World
Here is the smell of seafood pie a broken tower on the open sky a chain of slands rolling West where we are guests in sight of the house A rambling old river imprinted on shields ancient names twist through the fields gifts arrive for a baby girl at the end of the world born a queen Furious music the sound of feet from an open door always the wind beating on a stone flood of an elder God always the form The head of the mountain hooved and horned lost in a cloud soft and proud a country woman into the bay for we come to the sea the horses swirl at the end of the world |
