Ali Murray - The Shepherd | Текст песни

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• Ali Murray
• The Shepherd

The blessed shade of midnight hue
And out the window she had flew
The trail of feathers led to you
Right through an open door...

The perfect song was never sung
A painting that was never hung
I waited til our twos became one
and both as one we fell...

Now I walk on bloodied feet
Through ruins and deserted streets
Over the hills and to the sea
The clouds are gathering...

If the shepherd leaves behind his herd
And sleeps beneath a blanket of fur
His vision would begin to blur
And this day will be his last day in this world...