Birches

Lyrics

There are piles of sand And your skinned knees I write in plural all the time, these times Pick up what's right And hold on quite tight Your feathers fly and Your wrinkly eyes in the night Tonight We sang hymns on the holy ground We sang hymns on the holy ground We sang hymns on the holy ground We sang hymns on the holy ground And I don't like to say this because I consider it to be quite bold in the eyes of the night We could go, so we say it but we don't We could go, so we say it but we don't We could go, so we say it but we don't We could go, so we say it but we don't, no We sang hymns on the holy ground We sang hymns on the holy ground We sang hymns on the holy ground We sang hymns on the holy ground