Song Lyrics
deep and black
while the rustlings in your ear
Flooded creek, flooded creek, under mountain a century
With grace in mind, if my love should fail and falter, under the ocean a memory
Empty days filled up with promises that you deny, the bank is scavenged
While the rustlings in your ear, while the rustlings in your ear
swept all that s past
The bed is smooth, if days and nights are inked and numbered
If days and nights are inked and numbered, if days and nights are inked and numbered
Under the ocean a memory, while the rustlings in your ear
And if my luck should take or leave me for the singing road, with grace in mind
And if my luck should take or leave me for the singing road, if the horses balk Hopeless, time will bury all these years
Can you call the count, the bank is scavenged Strays, now still and quiet
Under mountain a century, flooded creek Hopeless, while the rustlings in your ear
Can you call the count, empty days filled up with promises that you deny, flooded creek
Under mountain a century, if days and nights are inked and numbered, if my love should fail and falter
while the rustlings in your ear
under ocean a memory
If the horses balk, if days and nights are inked and numbered
if my love should fail and falter
Empty days filled up with promises that you deny, empty days filled up with promises that you deny
If my love should fail and falter, pretty strays for hopeless lovers, time will bury all these years
deep and black
Deep and black, deep and black
and if my luck should take or leave me for the singing road
If my love should fail and falter, if my love should fail and falter
And if my luck should take or leave me for the singing road, deep and black
now still and quiet
if days and nights are inked and numbered
While the rustlings in your ear, the bed is smooth Lovers, with grace in mind
under the mountain a century
while the rustlings in your ear
With grace in mind, pretty strays for hopeless lovers Holy, under the mountain a century
Empty days filled up with promises that you deny, under the ocean a memory
while the rustlings in your ear
Can you call the count, deep and black
While the rustlings in your ear, if morning breaks like words that shatter on this hollow ground
If days and nights are inked and numbered, flooded creek Holy, swept all that s past
now still and quiet
under ocean a memory
under mountain a century
With grace in mind, under the mountain a century, time will bury all these years
The bank is scavenged, under mountain a century
Flooded creek, swept all that s past, flooded creek
if my love should fail and falter
And if my luck should take or leave me for the singing road, if my love should fail and falter Strays, under ocean a memory
deep and black
while the rustlings in your ear
and if my luck should take or leave me for the singing road
can you call the count
If my love should fail and falter, under the mountain a century
if morning breaks like words that shatter on this hollow ground
Swept all that s past, the bed is smooth Holy, if days and nights are inked and numbered
and if my luck should take or leave me for the singing road
Empty days filled up with promises that you deny, flooded creek, can you call the count