Bowerbirds - Walk the Furrows lyrics

rate me

Where's that horse you rode in on?

Where's that fair-faced young man?

You carried their dead weight and let it fall by the wayside, and buried those years one dark evening.

Now in a land without leaders,

I listen close to the soil beneath me

And keep my heart with yours

And yes, we know there're others

And yes, we feel the ground shifting below us.

Keep, keep the secret

Walk the furrows

Mend the fences

Plum, plum and level

Go inside

Stow the shovel.

X2

Now it's time

Heat the kettle

Let the wars

Tell the story

Keep the joy

Keep the quiet

No, you're not shy

You have that fire

Smoldering.

Keep the joy

Keep the quiet

No, you're not shy

Keep the fire

Smoldering.