Bruce Cockburn
fall
Cloud pillars clinging like vines to the sky
Don't cry
We'll walk down the meadow with sunrise inside
So dry your eyes
The winds of all kingdoms meet where we stand
The gray forest people cast off their old clothes
Good-bye
Everything's sleeping as winter draws near
So close your eyes
The mists of all twilights dance close at hand
The rust-coloured river is now slowing down
Going dry
Harvest has lifted the crown from the ground
But don't you cry
The song of the seasons brings life to the land
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- Miscellaneous
- Slice O Life: Bruce Cockburn Live Solo
- Life Short Call Now
- Speechless
- The Charity Of Night
- Dart To The Heart
- Christmas
- Nothing But A Burning Light
- Big Circumstance
- Humans
- World Of Wonders
- Stealing Fire
- The Trouble With Normal
- Inner City Front
- Further Adventures Of Bruce Cockburn
- In The Falling Dark
- Salt, Sun And Time
- Night Vision
- Sunwheel Dance
- High Winds, White Sky