The children are singing
And the voices are washing up on
Tide
The birds they are winning
They're searching you're sinning so
Hide
High
The words from your mouth
They will wash away their tears
The drops from your eyes
The sweat and the bone in your fear
Down to the river
Where you broke my heart
It's here
From the start
Tuesday 26th August 2008
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