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• Artiste: Mandolin Orange
• Titre: Echo
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Well I try to close my eyes Clear my mind Just listen to the wildflowers grow Such whispers on the breeze It don't come easy now Over all this noise Spent my youth among the pine They used to sing a tune so fine And the wind moved like an echo Carryin' their voices And I saw it in a dream Monuments to trees As the air we breathe turned our lungs to dust And the redwoods so tall And all their awe Began to rust With no bend and sway at all That ancient dance is lost And the wind moved like an echo With a sigh in every gust Well some day I hope to find That land of honey wine Where the coffee grows on the white oak trees And those sugar coated mountains In the spring begin to melt into Sweetest streams Where each night the starlight and the sea Together form eternity And the wind moves like an echo As the world drops off to sleep