Текст песни And Also The Trees - Shaletown
And Also The Trees - Shaletown слова песни
On the blue-green rising, falling tideBreathing in the pebblesSighing out the salt breezeChaff is blowing from the stubble fieldsLeaving the dried earth land it threads the gateTunnel hedgesOld man`s beardSticking to the wild plumsOld man`s beardAnd follows the pot-holed tracksThat lead to ShaletownThe ox-man`s soul forever turns aroundAnd ploughs the stubble fieldCaught in the lonely mileBetween the roads to ShaletownHe watches the chaff leave his dry brown eyeAnd swing over rose-hip stileTo ShaletownUnder bronze-red sunset, cobweb cloudsDipping to the shadowsDancing through the dead treesOver carts that struggle up the hillsSticking into the sweat and blistered handsNailed sacks flap>From blackened wallsFlailing arms to welcome>From blackened wallsIn to the groaning heart of ShaletownThe ox-man turns and walks into the windTowards the ceaseless seaPloughing the lonely mileAs chaff settles in ShaletownThe machines they groan and the hammers they poundAs night falls on ShaletownThe chaff settles in Shaletown