I long to find it Can you feel it, too? That the sun that?s shining Is a shadow of the truth This is a far country, a far country Not my home In the
Vertimas: Peterson, Andrew. Far Šalis.
saw the sun go down on a frozen ocean As the man in the moon was rising And he rode the night all full and bright With his face at the far horizon And
Open the door and run outside Your little boy heart alive Into the morning light Into the deep and wide Dinosaur bones in the flowerbed Rockets in the
Yesterday we drove all night to Pittsburgh Jamie laid her head down in the back My little boys asleep beside their sister They?re the best I have I
My uncle?s in the county jail His time is on his hands He knows he chose a barren cell Over a fair and fertile land He took another hit He hit another
This is not the end here at this grave This is just a hole that someone made Every hole was made to fill And every heart can feel it still-- Our nature
I suppose you could lay me down to die in Illinois Bury me beneath the rows of corn Or in-between the maple trees I climbed on as a boy Where in the
I met the queen of Iowa She was dying on a couch in the suburbs And with all of the things she was dying of She was more alive than the others She was
it on and on and on Follow it on and on and on and on The parting is the price, it is the price that I must pay To harbor far beyond the havens grey
I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot I am the scattered seed that fell along the path I am the son who ran away I am the bitter son who stayed
And I long to find it Can you feel it, too? That the sun that?s shining Is a shadow of the truth This is a far country, a far country Not my home In
