David Gray - Love's Old Song Lyrics
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Love's Old Song
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What Are The Lyrics For Love's Old Song By David Gray?
It's like this
It's all in here Just one kiss Will make that clear So let the flower open Let the ship sail Don't need no meaningless token To hear the nightingale For everything that's been For all that's yet to come Brow full of moonbeams Singing loves old song Beauty threads its needle In every eye a light will shine From the graveyard to the cradle All the bells of wonder chime No further complication Here for the queen or for the pawn Night of such revelation The dew is trembling on the thorn For everything that's been For all that's yet to come Brow full of moonbeams Singing loves old song Loves old song Playing in our hearts Binding it together Pulling it apart Loves old song Playing pure and bold Time has come to read What's written in your soul Yeah yeah yeah Out in the fields of bloody slumber Shadows fleeing from the sun Without aim and without number These children of oblivion For everything that's been For everything's that come A brow full of moonbeams Singing loves old song Loves old song Playing in our hearts Binding it together Pulling it apart Loves old song Playing pure and bold Time has come to read What's written there in your soul Yeah yeah yeah Whoa oh oh For everything that's been For everything's that come Brow full of moonbeams Singing loves old song |
Who Wrote Love's Old Song By David Gray?
David Gray
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What's The Duration Of The Love's Old Song By David Gray?The duration of Love's Old Song is 3:46 minutes and seconds. |
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