Hawksley Workman Alone Here (Ballad of Bunches of Things) Lyrics

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Oh
A sedge or siege of cranes
Risk their hearts to love again
Oh
A float of crocodiles
Tears that wash away your smile
And I say
That I'm alone here
With the sound of
Conversations neatly placed in tired mouths
Oh
To be a murderer of crows
Hide the blood stains in the snow
Oh
Lamentation gentle swans
The night will cry for you at dawn
Oh
And drove a flock of sheep
To where the secrets hardly keep
Oh
A barren span of mules
Trade their hands for broken tools
Oh unkindness ravens sing
Whose sorrow songs will bring

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