lyrics
Oh brutal love how you carry my bags,
Through long beaten paths and heavy terrains,
Through wind, sleet and snow, to the ever glow,
Where I sit down at a stool and burry my shame.
Oh mother, my mother, keep track of this,
My hard times and struggles and all of life’s whips.
There are no mountains I could climb, no valleys to reclaim,
I’m sorry to say I sail sinking ships.
Oh the northern wind will take note of this,
And remember every dime to my name,
Spent forgetting broken paths that lead me astray,
Spent burying all of my shame.
Oh precious love always remember,
The days that we spend that are far from sober,
Don’t bring them up as a past is a past,
And those sunken ships never made it past the harbour.
Oh the northern wind will take note of this,
And remember every dime to my name,
Spent forgetting broken paths that lead me astray,
Spent burying all of my shame.
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Oh Darling,
released January 4, 2014
Produced, Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Jonathan Atkins
Photo by Jonathan Atkins
All songs written by Jonathan Atkins SOCAN, ASCAP 2014
Jonathan Atkins - Vocals and Guitar.
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