Year of The Light

The year of the light the field caught fire

Sky was a yelling like a telephone wire

Tree line swaying bending low

Calling my name like a howling ghost

Oooo

And the words of my father saying

The storms gonna rage but the mornin’ll come

Now I know what coming of age is

It was the year of the dark

It was the year light

In the House of trembling stick and stone

I closed my eyes and let it all go

Time gave in, she flew she froze

In the year of the light, a child grows old

In the year of the light a child grows old

And the words of my father saying

The storms gonna rage but the mornin’ll come

Now I know what coming of age is

It was the year of the dark

It was the year light