A Month Of Mornings

Oh rolling river
Go greet the seas across the ink black night
Oh rolling river
This day the skyline been my guiding light
Oh rolling river
I haul this hunted brow across the tides
The prayers that delivering
I'll cut my teeth upon the Dresden ice
Where blue skies climb
And grabbing hands don't reach for mine
Where the living heart
I have found no favour with the stars
Oh rolling river
I landed blows that have nearly taken life
The fake in gods sliver
The word dryed up but then I learned my mind
And as a child
I watched the noble hearts turn wild
Where the living heart
I have found no favour with the stars
Beneath the burning shoreline
A month of mornings rain
Oh rolling river keep rolling
On and and we remain
Oh rolling river
Go greet the seas across the ink black night