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• Artiste: Sleeping Years (The)
• Titre: Dressed for Rain
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Little girl, it's time to go, they're waiting for you now, down by the boat to take you to the north, tie up your hair, colour your nails, And take his name, you light a fire to warm the house again, draw village wives and churchmen to your gate, your accent standing you apart. On the hour, dressed for rain, she comes down from the house to feathers and broken blades and on, to the centre of her world where all the birds wheel around her for all time. The years pass, your children have gone, you're rooted to the land, you tie up your hair, got winter in your hands, you're breaking bread to call them out. And on the hour, dressed for rain, the light retreating to the house, the figures that wander there are waiting to open up their arms, all her family around her for all time.