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Walked-on Wood - The Black Atlantic
Last night you were running errands with dad in his car
Tied the ropes round the fence
And saved a ewe flipped on her back
Come morning the house was full of strangers
You stood out like knots on old walked-on wood
One bumped off the ladder
Another moves a rung
I can feel the Summer in this current
Behind your shoulders he looms
Behind your shoulders he looms
What can you say
When Winter is lodged in your throat
What can you say
When Winter is lodged in your throat
He looms
He looms
He looms
