Текст песни Big Big Train - Folklore

Текст:

FOLKLORE by David Longdon Let us begin where it all began, Fireside flickering flames Make the shadows dance. Heigh-ho so we go we pass it on We hand it down-o. We tell our tales, we sing our songs, While we have breath left in our lungs. Heigh-ho so we go, we pass it on We hand it down-o. We pass it on down To the young from the old, We feel it deep down in the soul. Heigh-ho so we go, we pass it on We hand it down-o. Sometimes truth hides beside the lies Grist to the mill, fuel to our fire. Heigh-ho so we go, we pass it on We hand it down-o. For it is said, so it lives on We pass it down, it carries on. Oh down we go into folklore... The pen is mightier than the sword, The music of the word is scored. Heigh-ho so we go we pass it on We hand it down-o. Our satellites they span the globe, Lo, our stories shall be told. Heigh-ho so we go, we pass it on We hand it down-o. For it is said, so it lives on We pass it down, it carries on. Oh down we go into folklore... I am a messenger: I speak With integrity, truth, love and light For it is said, so it lives on And when we're gone, we carry on. Oh down we go into folklore...

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