Khayyam on the Porch Video (MV)

These green hills
And silver waters
Are my home
We are laying in the forest
Where the night turns into moss
I have given up my virtue
I have settled into loss
And I'm staking out my future
On a coin I'm gonna toss
Turn the corner, turn the corner
Every morning
And we're climbing up the hill now
Talking films from the '70s
That can still recall the silence
After the crunching of the leaves
I have settled into sorrow
This is winter on its knees
Turn the corner at the border
Every morning
Every dream emancipation
Every waking up a noose
Every razor cut a reminder
Of the years that I will lose
Every prophet turned to solvent
Every harvest back to soil
This is old Vermont revision,
Heaven-working every toil
And we are washing out the anger
This is centuries of dues
Everyone I know is crazy
Contacts full of 802s
I'm letting light in through the window
There's a history to clear
I've got my tassels and my flannels
And my cooler full of beer
And I am up late every morning
I have found my G-d to fear
Turning the corner at my border
Every morning
What is anger in the rear-view,
Crouching laughing at the pond
That refuses to freeze over
When the winter's halfway gone?
Get that old backcountry attitude
Out of your fast respond
Turn the corner, turn the corner
Every morning
Every morning, every morning
Every morning through 'til night
Every morning, every morning
'Til I see that holy light
Every morning, every morning
Every morning through 'til night
Every morning, every morning
'Til I see that holy light
Every mo-mo-mo-mo-morning
Every mo-mo-mo-mo-morning
Every morning through 'til night
'Til I see that holy light
Every morning through 'til night
Every morning through 'til night
Every morning through 'til night
Every morning