dash
Split your wood and carry your water
One long day you'll come to attest
All your healing, all of your bleeding
Lay those mighty hands to rest
Curse the dirt, and bury your heart there
There's holding patterns for a son
All your worth, all of your empathy
Will colour your hands when you are done
At the gate, you'll be signing up your name
And your face will fall into the fate
And won't you heed your mark
Is it something that you leave?
Or is it something that you feel?
Or is it something that you feel?
Burn the cedar, hear the crackle
'Cause now just supersedes the past
I'm believing in the needing
'Cause I have grown old with you
With you, I sold the dying sun
Come the moon to rest and colours run
And when you heed your mark
And is it something that you leave?
Or is it something that you feel?
Or is it something that you feel?
Is it something that you feel?
(Mhmm-hmm-hmm)
Not in charity, not in family
Lived together in a burrow
All my hope, all of my history
I am here for others now
At the gate, we'll be signing up our names
And your face will fall into the fate
And when you heed your mark
And is it something that you leave?
Or is it something that you feel?
Or is it something that you feel?
And when you heed your mark
And is it something that you'll leave?
Or is it something that you feel?
Or is it something that you feel?
Or is it something that you feel?
Is it something that you feel?
Is it something that you feel?
One long day you'll come to attest
All your healing, all of your bleeding
Lay those mighty hands to rest
Curse the dirt, and bury your heart there
There's holding patterns for a son
All your worth, all of your empathy
Will colour your hands when you are done
At the gate, you'll be signing up your name
And your face will fall into the fate
And won't you heed your mark
Is it something that you leave?
Or is it something that you feel?
Or is it something that you feel?
Burn the cedar, hear the crackle
'Cause now just supersedes the past
I'm believing in the needing
'Cause I have grown old with you
With you, I sold the dying sun
Come the moon to rest and colours run
And when you heed your mark
And is it something that you leave?
Or is it something that you feel?
Or is it something that you feel?
Is it something that you feel?
(Mhmm-hmm-hmm)
Not in charity, not in family
Lived together in a burrow
All my hope, all of my history
I am here for others now
At the gate, we'll be signing up our names
And your face will fall into the fate
And when you heed your mark
And is it something that you leave?
Or is it something that you feel?
Or is it something that you feel?
And when you heed your mark
And is it something that you'll leave?
Or is it something that you feel?
Or is it something that you feel?
Or is it something that you feel?
Is it something that you feel?
Is it something that you feel?
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Vernon
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