[Verse 1]
A whistling girl
Among his flock of sheep
Lay breathing backward rest
Assured
Of Elijah and God's birds
[Chorus]
It will fall to us
It will fall to us
[Verse 2]
Inside the home the folk pine
Grow
Where hearts are fire sparks are
Thrown
It is all that glitters
This terrible weakness
[Chorus]
It falls to us
It falls to us
From his holy hill
By his perfect will
[Verse 3]
Through the open window of the
Soul tonight
His yolk is easy and his burden
Light
Kiss the sun lest he be angry
And you perish in the way
[Verse 4]
The rivers of the sky are dry
An' roll up like a scroll
Down below
We tend to the forgetting
Forgetting what we know
The sun slips from your shoulder
As you enter in the wood
Without thought of thorns
Without thought of thorns
[Thanks to ltcbusbuddy for adding these lyrics]
Woven Hand - Whistling Girl Lyrics
Woven Hand - Whistling Girl Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
A whistling girl
Among his flock of sheep
Lay breathing backward rest
Assured
Of Elijah and God's birds
[Chorus]
It will fall to us
It will fall to us
[Verse 2]
Inside the home the folk pine
Grow
Where hearts are fire sparks are
Thrown
It is all that glitters
This terrible weakness
[Chorus]
It falls to us
It falls to us
From his holy hill
By his perfect will
[Verse 3]
Through the open window of the
Soul tonight
His yolk is easy and his burden
Light
Kiss the sun lest he be angry
And you perish in the way
[Verse 4]
The rivers of the sky are dry
An' roll up like a scroll
Down below
We tend to the forgetting
Forgetting what we know
The sun slips from your shoulder
As you enter in the wood
Without thought of thorns
Without thought of thorns
[Thanks to ltcbusbuddy for adding these lyrics]
A whistling girl
Among his flock of sheep
Lay breathing backward rest
Assured
Of Elijah and God's birds
[Chorus]
It will fall to us
It will fall to us
[Verse 2]
Inside the home the folk pine
Grow
Where hearts are fire sparks are
Thrown
It is all that glitters
This terrible weakness
[Chorus]
It falls to us
It falls to us
From his holy hill
By his perfect will
[Verse 3]
Through the open window of the
Soul tonight
His yolk is easy and his burden
Light
Kiss the sun lest he be angry
And you perish in the way
[Verse 4]
The rivers of the sky are dry
An' roll up like a scroll
Down below
We tend to the forgetting
Forgetting what we know
The sun slips from your shoulder
As you enter in the wood
Without thought of thorns
Without thought of thorns
[Thanks to ltcbusbuddy for adding these lyrics]