The burden of the death is pretty. Like a lonesome dove roamin' over the sea. As the ghosts of the night keep me in my dreams. My craving for the answers is bursting at the seams.
Many more mornings to come.
As I gaze here at my bed where my love and I have laid. and the thousand times ive smiled. and the thousand crooks I’ve paid. The cowboys are still fighting six feet in their graves. Their pistols drawn and whips of fire their country they must save.
Many more mornings to come.
The golden boys of the Texas town come out of the ground. As the saints reappear with love as a sound. The answers that you're searching for are buried at your feet. The nights that you've spent cryin' your tears you will defeat.
Many more mornings to come.
credits
from Lark,
released January 1, 2014
Violin: Joseph Erik Montano
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022