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Alela Diane

There are things that I've seen in my head while I'm sleeping in bed They do not wither in the morning light I'm taken back, oh I'm taken back to the

The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill Meet me where the snow mount flows It is there, my dear,

I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep Fighting the fireplace glow Knockin' on that door in my sleep Fighting the fireplace glow To keep me away

I've known mornings white as diamonds Silent from a night so cold Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh I was

Gold around those fingers shown Bound for to carry home Fond of the flattest field But you know there are bones buried deep down below Tatted lace frail

Sun is dancing, my darling Arms been holding me all morning The sea is so far from home, my darling If we'd only feet it is here that we'd roam Oh, if

The sea beneath the cliff Is the blue in my mother's eyes That came from the blue in her mother's eyes Thrown on down the line By our family who worked

That sidewalk is a river that I fished dry Oh that sidewalk is a river that I fished dry And now it's my heavy hand filling the brim And it hauled me

There are things that I've seen in my head While I'm sleeping in bed Do not wither in the morning light I'm taken back O I'm taken back To the dry grass