An old oaken road, walnut grove,
That is where my truest love will go,
when the starlings hush their lovely crow.
I searched the roads on which you flew
til my roots were limp in the morning dew,
which absence sinks its teeth into.
Goodbye my wild wind passing by.
Plucked the roots from the pine,
the moon from the sky,
but I still feel you in air some nights,
when the wind blows through its branches.
A bayou, bay, in summer heat.
Amidst the cypress, brambles, rain that's sweet.
That is where our lips will one day meet.
I long to be an owl that soars,
I'd pine for you in the frightening storm,
til the wind blows through the trees no more.
credits
from The Happiness Moon,
released April 17, 2015
Andrew Preston - writing, production, vocals, instruments
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