A Month Of Mornings (Cherry Ghost)

Oh, rolling river Go greet the seas across the ink black night Oh, rolling river This day the skyline been my guiding light Oh, rolling river I haul this hunted brow across the tides The prayers that delivering I'll cut my teeth upon the Dresden ice Where blue skies climb And grabbing hands don't reach for mine Where the living heart I have found no favor with the stars Oh, rolling river I landed blows that have nearly taken life The fake in gods sliver The word dried up but then I learned my mind And as a child I watched the noble hearts turn wild Where the living heart I have found no favor with the stars Beneath the burning shoreline A month of mornings rain Oh, rolling river keep rolling On and and we remain Oh, rolling river Go greet the seas across the ink black night Oh, rolling river Go greet the seas across the ink black night Oh, rolling river