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• Artiste: Greg Brown
• Titre: Telling Stories
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Yesterday I was a boy running through the woods My dog was my buddy, the wind was green and yellow My dad called me to gather cedar branches And soon we were sitting around the fire telling stories We only have one life but we remember others As we go from seed to seed, from glimmer to ashes Our hands are very small, our eyes are very big As we sit around the fire telling stories You were standing in the church, then you moved my way I never saw anything so beautiful or so ordinary Seemed like we'd met before in a dream as real as stone We were sitting around the fire telling stories Everyone is scared, everyone's alone Unless hand reach for hand when the trouble comes All around the world when the dark night falls We should be sitting around the fire telling stories Love moves like the wind, all we see is change I tried so hard to hate you but I love you just the same When you gonna visit? When we gonna be Sitting around the fire telling stories? Yesterday I was a boy tearing through the woods Oh my dog was my buddy, and the wind was green and yellow My dad called to me to gather cedar branches Soon we were sitting around the fire telling stories