Phoebe Blume

Phoebe Blume

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Rock - General | Eugene, Oregon, United States
Total Song Plays: 4,049   
Member Since: 2006
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Plays:

9

Lyrics

The archer in the moonlight aimed too high
And he brought down the night bird where she circled in the sky
Her eyes shone copper when he found her in the leaves
Two hunters wept together in their tragedy
Her feathers rippled softly, and in words of tenderness
The fallen bird said...

An arrow to the wing is a terribly cold thing
But warm is the hand that mends
Time is a gem, and our breaths are pearls
I am yours until my flight ends

The archer felt the shroud of true love
It settled on his shoulders like a mist from above
47 days, he kept the night bird fed
every dewdrop he soaked up with his bread
Her feathers rippled softly, and in words of tenderness
The healed bird said...

An arrow to the wing is a terribly cold thing
But warm is the hand that mends
And time is a gem, and our breaths are pearls
I am yours until my flight ends

Daybreak is just nightfall switching sides
Gone around the bend for it's early morning ride
Arrows left in dirt, his bow hanging in a tree
An unarmed man can heal more easily

Underneath this sky we have a home
Every forest comforts us, every fern and branch and stone
Now you can leave your arrows and your bow at the door
Well you don't have to hunt here anymore

For an arrow to the wing is a terribly cold thing
But warm is the hand that mends
And time is a gem, and our breaths are pearls
I am yours until my flight ends
I am yours until my flight ends

Song Length
5:52
Genre
Folk - Alternative


Lyric Credits Phoebe Blume
Music Credits Phoebe Blume
Producer Credits Phoebe Blume
Publisher Credits Phoebe Blume