Music: Alf/AT THE GATES
Lyrics: Sloux-tribe poem
Look the herons in the greenbilled water
Their wet-ash wings wear medallions of patience
We drift on…
[go?]
We have stories as old as the great seas
Breaking through the chest
Flying out the mouth
Noisy tongues that once were silenced
All the oceans we contain, coming to light [, coming to light]
All the dark birds rush from the river
Leaving only the stillness of their language
There are no clocks to measure time,
But the beating of our singing hearts [, sing hard]
[go?
We have stories as old as the great seas
Breaking through the chest
Flying out the mouth
Noisy tongues that once were silenced]
You will know it is winter
By the way you dreams tremble like stones
When the wind comes through
The wind, full of hearts that beat quick and strong
[Noisy tongues that once were silenced
All the oceans we contain, coming to light
Primal breath]