Upon the Hard Crest Songtext
von Iris DeMent
Upon the Hard Crest Songtext
Upon the hard crest of a snow drift
We trip and grown quiet we walk
On towards my house, white and tinted
Our mood is too tender for talk
Sweeter than song is this dream now
Comin′ true, the low boughs of the firs
Sway as we brush them in passing
The slight silver clink of your spurs
We trip and grown quiet we walk
On towards my house, white and tinted
Our mood is too tender for talk
Sweeter than song is this dream now
Comin′ true, the low boughs of the firs
Sway as we brush them in passing
The slight silver clink of your spurs
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