Heather

Horseshoes hang upon your door
Garlic smells protects you more
In your garden of wilderness
Filled with mystic dreams
You never walked this path before

Your hair hangs wildly in your face
Simple suits, no silk and lace
In the nighttime, when the moon is bright
She'll dance the Satan's Waltz
With delight, that's what they say

Be a dark cloud, fill me up with snow and hail
You're storm set in my sail
Be the heatwave from the dusk into the dusted dawn
You're the center of the storm

I knew Heather years ago
I walked alone, a storm did blow
Looked for shelter, I passed the gates
Of disillusioning fates
There she was, her eyes did glow

Be a dark cloud, fill me up with snow and hail
You're storm set in my sail
Be the heatwave form the dusk into the dusted dawn
You're the center of the storm

Locked with chains of magic eyes
Every night like Paradise
Here's my jailhouse, my destiny
The place, where I should be
Even when I'm old and wise

Be a dark cloud, fill me up with snow and hail
You're storm set in my sail
Be the heatwave form the dusk into the dusted dawn
You're the center of the storm



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Klünemann
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