Song Lyrics
She s up from the ember and ash, your prayers are all read
Put on your shoes, i ve not seen your room so a mess American, i ve not heard so muffled a mass
Let s get you snug, she s up from the ember and ash
I ve not seen your room so a mess, everybody wake up
there s glass by the door
Drag your bones to the fireplace heap, come up off the rug, everybody wake up
drag your bones to the fireplace heap
There s a tie on your throat, you won t make it far in this snow, on the dreams of those fallen to sleep
Everybody wake up, for i must go walking as somebody else
brother frederick
I ve not seen you so spent and poor, i ve not seen you so bent on prayer Up, she s up from the ember and ash
I ve not seen you so bent on prayer, everybody wake up, let s quiet your head
Put on your shoes, there s a tie on your throat
You won t make it far in this snow, everybody wake up, on the dreams of those fallen to sleep
Take off your coat, there s no virtue here on the floor
You won t make it far in this snow, i ve not seen you sleeping so sound American, drag your bones to the fireplace heap
On the dreams of those fallen to sleep, everybody wake up Up, drag your bones to the fireplace heap
You re in the way here on the stairs, i ve not seen you so bent on prayer Up, for i must go walking as somebody else
Drag your bones to the fireplace heap, come up off the rug
Mister jacobs, o where are you dressing to go
let s quiet your head
On the dreams of those fallen to sleep, everybody wake up
your prayers are all read
Mister jacobs, she s up from the ember and ash
For i must go walking as somebody else, come up off the rug
On the dreams of those fallen to sleep, i ve not seen your room so a mess
Missus joanie, you ve toppled the drawer, o where are you dressing to go
Pull up your dress, on the dreams of those fallen to sleep, i ve not heard so muffled a mass
drag your bones to the fireplace heap
It s far too cold here on the ground, i ve not seen your room so a mess, on the dreams of those fallen to sleep
You re in the way here on the stairs, pull up your dress, there s no virtue here on the floor
for i must go walking as somebody else
everybody wake up
For i must go walking as somebody else, this is no place to rest Song, i ve not seen you so bent on prayer