terça-feira, Janeiro 08, 2013

Great Horned Owl

There’s a valley where you walk
A mountain where you dream
You’re my great horned owl
You fly in-between

What may come to pass
What is yet to be
Appears to you in colors that
Others cannot see

When I’m fast asleep
You are on the prowl
And with your books and tape
You’re my great horned owl
See you in the dusk
Sun is almost down
You are rising for the hunt
You’re my great horned owl
You’re my great horned owl

You’re wrestling the years
Winds are bound to hell
Fear the storm that stays away
You’re my great horned owl

There’s a valley where you walk
A mountain where you dream
You’re my great horned owl
You fly in-between
You fly in-between
You fly in-between
You fly in-between

(Grant-Lee Phillips)

 


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