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• Artiste: Noeline Hofmann
• Titre: August
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Pullin' bulls, haulin' bails, grains about done ripenin' Summer wanes, so lifts the veil on the hauntin' Augusts brought me Foreboding feeling in my bones insists there's weather comin' Though the meadowlarks are callin', cows ain't ballin', no thunderhead Goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin Harvest's starting, there's fires in Montana-again Haze hangs heavy like a heartache Stinging in my eyes Prairie gold, hay fever, I'm grieving August Bracin' in the stillness makes a gust out of a breath of wind Stirring up old settled dust summoning ghosts of loss and false promise Farming accidents, red bird matches the eight month killed my innocence Learned sorrow's love with no home, and you don't always reap what you sow So goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin Harvest's starting, there's fires in Montana-again Haze hangs heavy like a heartache Stinging in my eyes Prairie gold, hay fever, I'm grieving August Rivers low, rivers slow, but she won't stop for nothin' In that fact I have found hope, just as I've found tough lovin' Oh, goodbye banjo moon, hiya buckskin Harvest's starting, there's fires in Montana-again Haze hangs heavy like a heartache Stinging in my eyes Prairie gold, hay fever, I'm grieving August