歌词
Crone, silver and gold
For all your fever dreams and visions told
Right where the river meets the road
A body swings in the autumn breeze
At night alone
And cold shallow water
Washes over all that they have done
And towns burnt and battered
Count the cost and wonder what they won
Stone underneath the rain
Time and wind tearing the stone away
Over the years the features begin to fade
Dancing slow to the songs of yesterday
As cold shallow water
Washes over all that they have done
And towns burnt and battered
Count the cost and wonder what they won
Cold shallow water
Washes over all that they have done
And towns burnt and battered
Count the cost and wonder what they won