Simple songs of acoustic guitar and voice.
Lyrics
Nothing growing here
All color gone
Wei¿½re going to start our journey east
Squinting at the sun
Wei¿½re on a sovereigns quest for water
And we woni¿½t be back `til summer
When the sun comes down
On our homes
Feed on golden rays
That never soak the ground
Wei¿½re gonna slide down the errant face
Burnishing the sand
Wei¿½re on a sovereigns quest for water
Shearing off the tops of the asters
Paint the golden wheel
And we woni¿½t stop `til our eyes turn
Showing us the path
To take us home
The cedar in our shoes
Makes it hard to walk but iti¿½s worth it
The stones are opportune
But theyi¿½re heavier than the fourth of
The load were carrying to
The little lake to the North of
Where wei¿½re supposed to be
To make it home
