Mark Hollis - Westward Bound | Текст песни

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Opaline through her hair
Born on an April tide
Glowing in the wonder of our first child
There my promise is

A spur
A rein

The world upon my back
The pressure upon this earth


Drought's heir

Sown my money
Sold my shirt
Sown my money

Migrate
Job on the threshing line
Mute I walk
Idle ground
Westward bound

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