The cats, they are out galloping
Seemingly without a sound
The quiet hills are sitting still
& the horses, they all lay down
But how my heavy heart does wrench
With every grain of sound
As the earth falls in
On where you rest now in the ground
Mother dear, with your voice as clear
Just as if you were still around
It may be that you are, for now
Let them lay you down
I will meet you on the hour
Your presence is to be found
On a silver sandy strand
Or on the winds of some higher ground
I will try to be brave
& remember all your joys
& try to make a man
Out of your little boy
But it's true, I am afraid
Though I know we all must die
I just hope to feel you near
& for now I must cry
The river banks, they've widened
The river bed's deeper now
Be the water wild or gentle
It must flow to sea somehow
Rivers dry, are carried in the sky
Or they trickle from our brow
You've returned to the isle of plenty
& this I must allow
Dylan Walshe - Boy Buries Mother (For WTT) [feat. Emma Lusby] Lyrics
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The cats, they are out galloping
Seemingly without a sound
The quiet hills are sitting still
& the horses, they all lay down
But how my heavy heart does wrench
With every grain of sound
As the earth falls in
On where you rest now in the ground
Mother dear, with your voice as clear
Just as if you were still around
It may be that you are, for now
Let them lay you down
I will meet you on the hour
Your presence is to be found
On a silver sandy strand
Or on the winds of some higher ground
I will try to be brave
& remember all your joys
& try to make a man
Out of your little boy
But it's true, I am afraid
Though I know we all must die
I just hope to feel you near
& for now I must cry
The river banks, they've widened
The river bed's deeper now
Be the water wild or gentle
It must flow to sea somehow
Rivers dry, are carried in the sky
Or they trickle from our brow
You've returned to the isle of plenty
& this I must allow
Seemingly without a sound
The quiet hills are sitting still
& the horses, they all lay down
But how my heavy heart does wrench
With every grain of sound
As the earth falls in
On where you rest now in the ground
Mother dear, with your voice as clear
Just as if you were still around
It may be that you are, for now
Let them lay you down
I will meet you on the hour
Your presence is to be found
On a silver sandy strand
Or on the winds of some higher ground
I will try to be brave
& remember all your joys
& try to make a man
Out of your little boy
But it's true, I am afraid
Though I know we all must die
I just hope to feel you near
& for now I must cry
The river banks, they've widened
The river bed's deeper now
Be the water wild or gentle
It must flow to sea somehow
Rivers dry, are carried in the sky
Or they trickle from our brow
You've returned to the isle of plenty
& this I must allow
Writer: Dylan Walshe
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